Quote #7

Oh, call my brother back to me! I cannot play alone: The summer comes with flower and bee,- Where is my brother gone?

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  1. The stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land.
  2. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thin…
  3. The flames roll'd on--he would not go Without his father's word; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard.
  4. Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
  5. The boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
  6. I had a hat. It was not all a hat,- Part of the brim was gone: Yet still I wore it on.
  7. Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth!
  8. The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed.

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