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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Which my poor genii Could not entwine; But were I Homer Or Nebuchadnezzar, 'Tis in every feature I would make it shine. Bidiard Alfred Uilliken THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful homes now broken Then in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath 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 he departed. Then in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. Thomas Moore AT THE MID HOUR OF NIGHT At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; 638573 And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there, And tell me our love is remembered even in the sky ' Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear When our voices, commingling, breathed like one on the ear; And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls, I think, O my love 'tis thy voice from the kingdom of souls Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear. Tho-iiias Moore THE BUKIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE Not a drum was heard, not a funeral-note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we...