Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days! The minutes parting one by one, like rays That fade upon a summer’s eve. But O, what charm or magic numbers Can give me back the gentle slumbers Those weary, happy days did leave? When by my bed I saw my mother kneel, And with her blessing took her nightly kiss; Whatever time destroys, he cannot this;— E’en now that nameless kiss I feel.
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ALL hail; thou noble land, Our Fathers’ native soil! O, stretch thy mighty hand, Gigantic grown by toil, O’er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore! For thou with magic might Canst reach to where the light Of Phœbus travels bright The world o’... |
Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days! The minutes parting one by one, like rays That fade upon a summer’s eve. But O, what charm or magic numbers Can give me back the gentle slumbers Those weary, happy days did leave? When by my bed I saw my mother kneel, And with her blessing... |
“o pour upon my soul again That sad, unearthly strain, That seems from other worlds to plain; Thus falling, falling from afar, As if some melancholy star Had mingled with her light her sighs, And dropped them from the skies! “No,—never came from aught below This melody of woe, That... |
all hail! thou noble land, Our Fathers’ native soil! Oh, stretch thy mighty hand, Gigantic grown by toil, O’er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore! For thou with magic might Canst reach to where the light Of Phœbus travels bright The world o’er! The... |
