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Strana 76 - Tell me, ye winged winds, That round my pathway roar, Do ye not know some spot Where mortals weep no more? Some lone and pleasant dell, Some valley in the west, Where, free from toil and pain, The weary soul may rest? The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low, And sighed for pity as it answered, — "No.
Strana 77 - And thou, serenest moon, That with such lovely face Dost look upon the earth, Asleep in night's embrace, Tell me, in all thy round Hast thou not seen some spot Where miserable man May find a happier lot? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe, And a voice sweet but sad responded,
Strana 78 - Where grief may find a balm, and weariness a rest? Faith, Hope, and Love, best boons to mortals given, Waved their bright wings, and whispered — " Yes, in Heaven ! * Charles Mackay.
Strana 195 - ... yellow They'll fill your homes with care and grief, and clothe your backs with tatters ; They'll fill your hearts with evil thoughts ; but never mind !—what matters ? " Though virtue sink, and reason fail, and social ties dissever, I'll be your friend in hour of need, and find you homes for ever; For...
Strana 196 - The first, it is a spacious house, to all but sots appalling, Where, by the parish bounty fed, vile, in the sunshine crawling, The worn-out drunkard ends his days, and eats the dole of others, A plague and burthen to himself, an eyesore to his brothers.
Strana 77 - And thou, serenest moon, That with such holy face Dost look upon the Earth Asleep in Night's embrace — Tell me, in all thy round Hast thou not seen some spot Where miserable man Might find a happier lot? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe, And a voice sweet but sad responded, No.
Strana 52 - But, Father of the earth, Lord of this boundless sphere, If 'tis Thy high unchanging will That I should linger here ; If 'tis Thy will that I should rove Alone o'er Eden's smiling bowers, Grant that the young birds...
Strana 77 - Tell me, thou mighty deep, whose billows round me play, Know'st thou some favored spot, some island far away, Where weary man may find the bliss for which he sighs ; Where sorrow never lives, and friendship never dies? The loud waves, rolling in perpetual flow, Stopped for a while, and sighed to answer —
Strana 158 - And wiping from my cheek the tear, He sat him on the grass beside me, He feigned such pretty, amorous woe, Breathed such sweet vows one after other, I could but smile while whispering low,
Strana 112 - ... tempest-tost, I go where all things go. ' The rude winds bear me onward As suiteth them, not me, O'er dale, o'er hill, Through good, through ill, As Destiny bears thee. ' What though for me one summer, And threescore for thy breath — I live my span, Thou thine, poor man ! And then adown to death ! ' And thus we go together, For lofty as thy lot And lowly mine, My fate is thine, To die, and be forgot !