Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... standing still , Between Wachusett's lonely mound And Shawmut's threefold hill . - One hour we rumble on the rail ... stands aloof And bars its haughty door . This lowlier portal may be tried , That breaks the 2 AGNES .
... standing still , Between Wachusett's lonely mound And Shawmut's threefold hill . - One hour we rumble on the rail ... stands aloof And bars its haughty door . This lowlier portal may be tried , That breaks the 2 AGNES .
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... standing still ; And you , kind listener , maid or man , May see it if you will . The box is glistening huge and green , Like trees the lilacs grow , Three elms high - arching still are seen , And one lies stretched below . The hangings ...
... standing still ; And you , kind listener , maid or man , May see it if you will . The box is glistening huge and green , Like trees the lilacs grow , Three elms high - arching still are seen , And one lies stretched below . The hangings ...
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... stand And look along the wooded plains That stretch on either hand , The broken forest walls define A dim , receding view , Where , on the far horizon's line He cut his vista through . If further story you shall crave , Or ask for AGNES ...
... stand And look along the wooded plains That stretch on either hand , The broken forest walls define A dim , receding view , Where , on the far horizon's line He cut his vista through . If further story you shall crave , Or ask for AGNES ...
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... Stands the gray patriarch of the graver rows , Its fourth ripe century narrowing to its close ; Not daily conned , but glorious still to view , With glistening letters wrought in red and blue . There towers Stagira's all - embracing ...
... Stands the gray patriarch of the graver rows , Its fourth ripe century narrowing to its close ; Not daily conned , but glorious still to view , With glistening letters wrought in red and blue . There towers Stagira's all - embracing ...
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... Stands the mosaic portrait of himself . What though for months the tranquil dust descends , Whitening the heads of these mine ancient friends , While the damp offspring of the modern press Flaunts on my table with its pictured dress ...
... Stands the mosaic portrait of himself . What though for months the tranquil dust descends , Whitening the heads of these mine ancient friends , While the damp offspring of the modern press Flaunts on my table with its pictured dress ...
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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!