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| Proverbs | How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone! When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity. |
| Proverbs | All that's bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest. |
| Revenge | One sole desire, one passion now remains To keep life's fever still within his veins, Vengeance! dire vengeance on the wretch who cast O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast. |
| Revenge | Those who plot the destruction of others often perish in the attempt. |
| Sabbath | For, bless the gude mon, gin he had his ain way, He's na let a cat on the Sabbath say "mew;" Nae birdie maun whistle, nae lambie maun play, An' Phoebus himsel' could na travel that day, As he'd find a new Joshua in Andie Agnew. |
| Sensibility | It seem'd as if each thought and look And motion were that minute chain'd Fast to the spot such root she took, And--like a sunflower by a brook, With face upturn'd--so still remain'd! |
| Sensibility | And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns. |
| Shamrocks | O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf OF Bard and Chief, Old Erin's native Shamrock. |
| Ships | Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity. |
| Sin | But the trail of the serpent is over them all. |
| Sin | In Adam's fall, We sinned all. |
| Sin | Young Timothy Learnt sin to fly. |
| Slavery | Where bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves. |
| Swearing | There written all Black as the damning drops that fall From the denouncing Angel's pen, Ere Mercy weeps them out again. |
| Tomorrow | To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. |
| Treachery | Oh, colder than the wind that freezes Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd, Is that congealing pang which seizes The trusting bosom, when betray'd. |
| Treachery | Oh, for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might! |
| Victory | Then should some cloud pass over The brow of sire or lover, Think 'tis the shade By Victory made Whose wings right o'er us hover! |
| Violets | Hath the pearl less whiteness Because of its birth? Hath the violet less brightness For growing near earth? |
| Violets | Steals timidly away, Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray. |
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