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Стр. 61 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Стр. 152 - Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing...
Стр. 154 - mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink.
Стр. 186 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, — Oh, misery ! must I lose that too ? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — • No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Стр. 157 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven ! 'Twas when the golden orb had set, While on their knees they linger'd yet, * The Nucta, or Miraculous Drop, which falls in Egypt precisely on St.
Стр. 137 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And, through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand, Alone beside his native river, — The red blade broken in his hand, And the last arrow in his quiver. " Live," said the Conqueror, " live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear ! " Silent that youthful warrior stood — Silent he pointed to the flood All crimson with his country's blood, Then sent his last remaining dart, For answer, to th
Стр. 315 - For mine is the lay that lightly floats, And mine are the murmuring, dying notes, That fall as soft as snow on the sea, And melt in the heart as instantly...
Стр. 302 - Alas — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain has tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity ! A something light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh ! love...
Стр. 256 - Oh ! colder than the wind that freezes Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd, Is that congealing pang which seizes The trusting bosom, when betray'd.
Стр. 328 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought ; As if the very lips and eyes Predestined to have all our sighs, And never be forgot again, Sparkled and spoke before us then...