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... Joetrp?. SE L E CT ED. SPEAK GENTLY. Speak gently! it is better far To rule by love, than fear- Spenk gently-let no harsha words mar TIhe good Nye might do here! Speak gently I Love doth whisper lowr ITbe vowvs that true hearts bind And gently frierdship's ...

THE BELL OF ST. PAUL'S, LONDON

... and deep, with measured tone, It speaks both night and day; You hear it both When close at hand And many miles away. By day when all the world's agog, It speaks though all be talking; Speaks tbough not spoken to, and speaks To testing, running, walking. ...

SONG.—MARVA RHUDDLAN

... the wintor's day ? Svallows, whom rsweetirope pursues- Hlither even acrots tile sea, Dbubtless ye of Frnnce have news- Speak, ohl, speak of irome to me!' 'Three years have I pray'd for ruth That sadina token ye would bear From that vale which saw my youth ...

TO—

... TO - OH ! thoughi I may not, cannot speak The feelings of my besat, I never tbought it could be thus Froam Friends awhile to'part. Thqy laugh, thsy say, at childish grief, Which, like a summer shower Will have its way a little space, But over erc an hour ...

FOR THE BELFAST NEWS-LETTER

... on the lip of rapture lies; It floats mild evening's shades along, When meet the fond consenting eyes. There is a SIGH that speaks regret, Yet scarce seems conscious of its pain; It tells of bliss remember-d yet, Of bliss that ne'er may wake again. There ...

Selected Poetry

... q?rivvm Lump. I'LL SPEAK OF THIIEE, I'LL LOVE THEE TOO. I'LL. ?? of tl(e, I'll love tllee too, loudly, nnd vitlt aectiou true; I'are as you shy's celestial blue My lows diall be, my love sbtll bo. In setislitie aud illu' *louds sshall low'r, III ut1irthi ...

Selected Poetry

... s?nltrtrb Voctm. - ?? ?? INDEPENDENCE. Yr speak of inlependence- Thters is no such thing on earth- We ledepnd upon eaeh otlher Still for all that life is worth ! To every mid that ponders, ITo every heart thtat felds, There's not a tiay but something ...

Selected Poetry

... ? Declare. If ier smile's not 60 glad As you'd lave it to be Tlhink, that counteniince sad Speaks thi he art's misery. Then cler her, not cude her,,. But speak to her tenderly, Rlliemember, your God aboce Loves tier not sleuderly. Like hter now-all m ...

Selected Poetry

... voice, a persuasive voice, That could travel the wide world tbrough,. I would fly on the beams of the morning lights, - And speak to men with a gentle might, And tell them to be true. I would fly, I would fly, o'er land and sea, Wherever a human heart might ...

Selected Poetry

... Puts coufidence in tiee. Speak not the cold and careless thoughts Which time ltas tanghit thee wel ll; Nor breathe ono word whose bitter tones Distrust night seem to tell. If on lhis brow there rests a cloud, ?? light it be, Speak loving words, and let bim ...

Selected Poetry

... minds us of the dead. It brightens all our happiness; And, when dark sorrows come, Speaks comfort to our hearts, and is The Angel of our Home. When first we learned to speak of Death We felt it by our side- While, blessing us with parting breath, Our own ...

Selected Poetry

... on his pale brow lying, his tears, His groans, His bloody sweat, The last dark agony of dying. 0! could wo softly think and speak, Dwell in Uis love in holy fear, And chide and glorify each thought, * And feel that lle is ever near. And still Ilis presence ...