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Floods of joy o'er my soul like the sea billows roll, Since Jesus came into my heart.

FIRST MESSENGER: In haste I come to tell our king the news: Rebels have tried to strike his homeland o'er Hadrian's Wall.

Stamps o'er his Head, and he lies fast asleep.

'O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea.

"I wandered lonely as a cloud" o'er fields of scientific inquiry, with nary a precise understanding, of all my complex processes.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. --William Shakespeare.

Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!

O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles, he rode to a woman's sigh.

I saw thee weep--the big bright tear came o'er that eye of blue; And then me thought it did appear a violet dropping dew. --G. G. Byron?

You could glide o'er them like a golden fish.

The sky O' er arches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet.

And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brim'd their clammy cells.

Footprints that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.

Footprints that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.

The gulls are moaning in their terror--moaning, darting o'er the waters, and would gladly hide their horror in the inky depths of ocean.

Cassio. Let me go, sir, Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.

The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, Welcome, proud lady.

Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay , Beside the ruin'd tower .

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

But now I've powers o'er a woman's body - yes.

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er.

AS a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills.

Blowing o'er rocky wastes, and the grottoes and gardens of ocean!

While I triumph o'er a secret wrung from nature's close reserve.

When she came to the line "O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming, " she sang a previous line instead.

And cry, Remembrance saddening o'er each brow.

O'er plains where the tamarind grew.

They cry, 'Be dim; ye lamps of Heaven suspended o'er us! '

Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look.

Thus kindly I scatter , Thy leaves o'er the bed.

For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb And row my blossoms o'er!

Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields.

At dreaming midnight o'er the western wave.

Flock o'er their carrion, just like men below.

For sorrow o'er each sense held stern command.

The blade and chalice guarding o'er Her gates.

O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.

And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide.

A shudder comes o'er me-- Why wert thou so dear?

though my life on earth is o'er.

Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land.

O'er the misty mountain forest.

Attain and ye shall have power o'er all.

I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong.

Sailing o'er life's solemn main.

But now the rains weep o'er his hall.

O'er all the world covers the din.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow.

Reign o'er a world at peace.

Shed o'er the world Thy holy light.

o'er the fields we go.

O'er you the moon beams will creep.

I see the lights of the village gleam through the rain and the mist, and a feeling of sadness come o'er me that my soul cannot resist

Or bounding o'er the dark blue wave;

bowed, with her head o'er the musket,

in fleecy flocks of light, o'er heaven the white clouds stray;

Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,

And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

waving our red weapons o'er our heads- Shakespeare;

And I'll stand o'er your grave

But on they marched, dead bodies trampling o'er,

And o'er her upper lip they seemed to pour,

Triumphant, o''er the crested palls,

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill,

A Backward Glance O'er Travelled Roads

But sad mortality o'er sways their power,

The big bright tear came o'er that eye of blue

Bring back their souls o'er the ocean breeze

Keener o'er withered grass his falcon's eye,

That arched o'er our first great sorrow,

But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey's swells

Don't grieve o'er flowers falling here;

The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,

Since o'er shady groves they hover,

o'er heaven the white clouds stray;

The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea;

Triumph ant o`er the world and sin, The Prince of Peace;

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Lonely the exile o'er distant seas

Where twenty ages gather o'er a name,

By the stream and o'er the mead;

Or softly lightens o'er he face;

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

Speed and post o'er land and ocean

Thy sweet dominion o'er my will

THEY are HIS billows, whether they go o'er us

And far away o'er lawns and lakes

When o'er the Hills and far away;

It seems your reign is o'er,

And o'er the Hills and far away;

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,

Stoop o'er me from above;

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways

Where we can both fall o'er in love

One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall