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"As sunshine broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still."
"Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea."
"Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had 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."
"Love on through all ills, and love on till they die."
"And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this!"
"When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew."
"Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I 'll taste the luxury of woe."
"Where bastard Freedom waves The fustian flag in mockery over slaves."
"How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?"
"I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near; And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here.""
"The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them."
"Like a young eagle who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart."
"There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!"
"Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all."
"Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade."
"Good at a fight, but better at a play; Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay."
"Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print."
"Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon."
"Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon."
"When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?"
"And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns."
"There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet."
"Oh, weep for the hour When to Eveleen's bower The lord of the valley with false vows came."
"Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?"
"No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close; As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose."
"The moon looks On many brooks, "The brook can see no moon but this.""
"And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon."
"'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We've but to make love to the lips we are near."
"'T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea."
"To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee."
"Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds."
"I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, I but know that I love thee whatever thou art."
"To live and die in scenes like this, With some we 've left behind us."
"Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea."
"Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!"
"As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!"
"If I speak to thee in friendship's name, Thou think'st I speak too coldly; If I mention love's devoted flame, Thou say'st I speak too boldly."
"A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady."
"The bird let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam; But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way."
"This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,— There's nothing true but Heaven."
"As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee."
"Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal."
"When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love."
"I give thee all,—I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee."
"Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam?"
"To Greece we give our shining blades."
"When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power."
"Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time."
"To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by."
"Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains."