A Library of the Worlds Best Literature Ancient And Modern volume 17
A Library of the Worlds Best Literature Ancient And Modern volume 17
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Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted. Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but him departed! Thus, in the stilly night.
Ere slumber's chain has bound me. Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me.
OHl BREATHE NOT HIS NAME Oh! b...reathe not his name, — let it sleep in the shade. Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
J0292 THOMAS MOORE 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER 'npis the last rose of summer, I Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted. Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but him departed! Thus, in the stilly night.
Ere slumber's chain has bound me. Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me.
OHl BREATHE NOT HIS NAME Oh! b...reathe not his name, — let it sleep in the shade. Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
J0292 THOMAS MOORE 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER 'npis the last rose of summer, I Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh.
What to read after A Library of the Worlds Best Literature Ancient And Modern volume 17?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Warner, Charles Dudley, 1829-1900 to read onlineMoreLess
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