ISBN: 9781154348262

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1844. Not illustrat… Mehr…

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1844. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY. BY ELIZA COOK. Merry words, merry words, ye come bursting around, Telling all that Affection can say; ''Tis the music of heart-chords that dwells in the sound, '' Many happy returns of the day. The red cheek of the child is more rich in its glow, And the bright eye more swift in its ray, When his mates hail his birth in their holiday mirth. And drink, happy returns of the day. The old man may smile while he listens, and feel He hath little time longer to stay; Still he liketh to hear from the lips that are dear, Many happy returns of the day. Though Misfortune is nigh, let the kind words float by, And something of Hope will spring up, That the hand of the Future may drain off the gall, And some nectar drops yet fill our cup. If we bask in Content, while another short year Is recorded witii eloquent bliss; How we prize the fond wishes, all gladly sincere, That come round with the soul-pledging kiss. Oh, our place in the world will be chilly and drear, When our natal-tide passes away, Without one to remember, or breathe in our ear, Many happy returns of the day. There are moments when memory cruelly brings The grim spectres of joy back again, When sorrow malignantly sharpens her stings, Till we quiver and bleed with the pain, And the spirit will groan in such moments as this, When our loudly-hailed birthday shall fall, But among the warm greetings there''s one that we miss, And that one was the dearest of all. What would we not give if the grave could restore, The dear form it hath wrested away, If the voice of that lost one could wish us once more Many happy returns of the day? There are moments when truth and devotion increase, Till they burn in the crucible breast, With an increase and might that we knew not the light Of o... Thomas Campbell, Books, History, The New Monthly Magazine (Volume 70) Books>History The book has no illustrations or index. It may have numerous typos or missing text. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from the publisher's website (GeneralBooksClub.com). You can also preview excerpts of the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Volume: 70; Original Publisher: E. W. Allen; Publication date: 1844; Subjects: History / General; Literary Criticism / General; Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh;<

ISBN: 9781154348262

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1844. Not illustrat… Mehr…

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1844. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY. BY ELIZA COOK. Merry words, merry words, ye come bursting around, Telling all that Affection can say; ''Tis the music of heart-chords that dwells in the sound, '' Many happy returns of the day. The red cheek of the child is more rich in its glow, And the bright eye more swift in its ray, When his mates hail his birth in their holiday mirth. And drink, happy returns of the day. The old man may smile while he listens, and feel He hath little time longer to stay; Still he liketh to hear from the lips that are dear, Many happy returns of the day. Though Misfortune is nigh, let the kind words float by, And something of Hope will spring up, That the hand of the Future may drain off the gall, And some nectar drops yet fill our cup. If we bask in Content, while another short year Is recorded witii eloquent bliss; How we prize the fond wishes, all gladly sincere, That come round with the soul-pledging kiss. Oh, our place in the world will be chilly and drear, When our natal-tide passes away, Without one to remember, or breathe in our ear, Many happy returns of the day. There are moments when memory cruelly brings The grim spectres of joy back again, When sorrow malignantly sharpens her stings, Till we quiver and bleed with the pain, And the spirit will groan in such moments as this, When our loudly-hailed birthday shall fall, But among the warm greetings there''s one that we miss, And that one was the dearest of all. What would we not give if the grave could restore, The dear form it hath wrested away, If the voice of that lost one could wish us once more Many happy returns of the day? There are moments when truth and devotion increase, Till they burn in the crucible breast, With an increase and might that we knew not the light Of o... Thomas Campbell, Books, History, The New Monthly Magazine (Volume 70) Books>History, General Books LLC<