Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... growing brood , Has work enough to do To find the children clothes and food With Thomas , John , and Hugh . " This girl of Mary's , growing tall , - ( Just turned her sixteenth year , ) — To earn her bread and help them all , Would work ...
... growing brood , Has work enough to do To find the children clothes and food With Thomas , John , and Hugh . " This girl of Mary's , growing tall , - ( Just turned her sixteenth year , ) — To earn her bread and help them all , Would work ...
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... The butler deigns to share . Black Dinah , stolen when a child , And sold on Boston pier , Grown up in service , petted , spoiled , Speaks in the coachman's ear : • " What , all this household at his will AGNES . 13 THE CONQUEST.
... The butler deigns to share . Black Dinah , stolen when a child , And sold on Boston pier , Grown up in service , petted , spoiled , Speaks in the coachman's ear : • " What , all this household at his will AGNES . 13 THE CONQUEST.
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... grows pale ; The breast that trampling death could spare His noiseless shafts assail . He longs to change the heaven of blue For England's clouded sky , - To breathe the air his boyhood knew ; He seeks them but to die . - - Hard by the ...
... grows pale ; The breast that trampling death could spare His noiseless shafts assail . He longs to change the heaven of blue For England's clouded sky , - To breathe the air his boyhood knew ; He seeks them but to die . - - Hard by the ...
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... grow , Three elms high - arching still are seen , And one lies stretched below . The hangings , rough with velvet flowers , Flap on the latticed wall ; And o'er the mossy ridge - pole towers The rock - hewn chimney tall . The doors on ...
... grow , Three elms high - arching still are seen , And one lies stretched below . The hangings , rough with velvet flowers , Flap on the latticed wall ; And o'er the mossy ridge - pole towers The rock - hewn chimney tall . The doors on ...
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... growing grain . Yet , O our Mother , while uncounted charms Steal round our hearts in thine embracing arms , Let not our virtues in thy love decay , And thy fond sweetness waste our strength away . No ! by these hills , whose banners ...
... growing grain . Yet , O our Mother , while uncounted charms Steal round our hearts in thine embracing arms , Let not our virtues in thy love decay , And thy fond sweetness waste our strength away . No ! by these hills , whose banners ...
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Agnes angel arms banner Behold beneath BERKSHIRE Blazoned blue breast breath bright burning cheek clasped crimson crown dark dead dear dream earth eyes faded fair falchion FEBRUARY 22 flame fleur-de-lis flow Flower of Liberty folds Gambrel gleam glistening glory glow golden grave gray green hand hear heart Heaven heavenly hills holy hour Houri land laugh leaves life's light lips living look Lord maidens maize moidore morning mother Nahant nurslings o'er peaceful pennons plain ploughshare rills rings roll rose round SAUTY shade shadows shed shine shore shore and sea sigh sing smile song soul spread spring stars story stream sweet Freedom sweet little tale tears tell tessellated thee thine thou throbbing throne toil told Toll the bell TURELL turn voice warm waves whisper wild wings word world's a stage young youth
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Стр. 236 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Стр. 170 - Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth. This is a moral that runs at large; (Take it.
Стр. 167 - Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits, — Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive, — Snuffy old drone from the German hive.
Стр. 168 - In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, Above or below, or within or without, And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, That a chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
Стр. 190 - My listening angel heard the prayer. And, calmly smiling, said, "If I but touch thy silvered hair, Thy hasty wish hath sped. "But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay. While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished-for day?
Стр. 237 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Стр. 248 - The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them : — Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them I Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts...
Стр. 275 - O Love Divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee we cast each earthborn care, We smile at pain while Thou art near 1 Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near...
Стр. 277 - ... of our life, Thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day ; Star of our hope, Thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night.
Стр. 208 - HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys ? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite! Old Time is a liar! We're twenty to-night! We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more ? He's tipsy, —young jackanapes ! —show him the door!