What will you do when you come to die, If all your life long you have rejected Jesus, And know as you lie there, He is not your friend?" Over and over I said, I, the revivalist....
Let Erin remember the days of old. Ere her faithless sons betrayed her; When Malachi wore the collar of gold,[1] Which he won from her proud invader. When her kings, with standard of green unfurled,...
Let thy joys alone be remembered now, Let thy sorrows go sleep awhile; Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow, Let Love light it up with his smile, For thus to meet, and thus to find,...
By the river Euphrates the prophet abode, To whom Balak his messengers sent, Entreating his presence and curses on those Who on Moab's destruction were bent. ...
Arrah, where were you, Murthagh, that beautiful day?-- Or how came it your riverence was laid on the shelf, When that poor craythur, Bobby--as you were away-- Had to make twice as big a Tomfool of himself. ...
It's a shame, so it is, - men can't Let alone Jobs as is Woman's right to do - and go about there Own - Theirs Reforms enuff Alreddy without your new schools...
Let the memorial hill remember instead of me, that's what it's here for. Let the par in-memory-of remember, let the street that's-named-for remember, let the well-known building remember,...
Toward even when the day leans down To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the loud-voiced town I know a spot of calm delight. Like crimson arrows from a quiver...
Toward even, when the day leans down To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the loud-voiced town I know a spot of calm delight. Like crimson arrows from a quiver...
Dear BECHER, you tell me to mix with mankind; I cannot deny such a precept is wise; But retirement accords with the tone of my mind: I will not descend to a world I despise.
When first the infant bird attempts to fly, And cautious spreads its pinions to the sky, Each happy breeze the timid trav'ller cheers, Assists its efforts, and allays its fears;...
Crippled his limbs, and sightless are his eyes; I view the youth, and feel compassion rise. He sings! how sweet the notes! in pleased amaze I listen, listen, and admiring gaze....
Sweet, drooping, azure tinted bells, How dear you are; Bringing the scent of shady dells, To me from far; Telling of spring and gladsome sunny hours, - Nature's bright jewels!=-heart-refreshing flowers!...
I stand upon my native hills again, Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky With garniture of waving grass and grain, Orchards, and beechen forests, basking lie,...
Whew! - Tha'rt in a famous hurry! Awm nooan baan to try to catch thi! Aw've noa dogs wi' me to worry Thee poor thing, - aw like to watch thi. Tha'rt a runner! aw dar back thi,...