Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... streams , And nursed our fancies in forgetful ease . It matters little if they pall or please , Dropping untimely , while the sudden gleams . Glare from the mustering clouds whose blackness seems Too swollen to hold its lightning from ...
... streams , And nursed our fancies in forgetful ease . It matters little if they pall or please , Dropping untimely , while the sudden gleams . Glare from the mustering clouds whose blackness seems Too swollen to hold its lightning from ...
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... NAUTILUS 236 THE TWO ARMIES 238 FOR THE MEETING OF THE NATIONAL SANITARY Associ- ATION 241 MUSA . 244 THE VOICELESS 248 THE CROOKED FOOTPATH 250 THE TWO STREAMS ROBINSON OF LEYDEN SAINT ANTHONY THE REFORMER CONTENTS . ix.
... NAUTILUS 236 THE TWO ARMIES 238 FOR THE MEETING OF THE NATIONAL SANITARY Associ- ATION 241 MUSA . 244 THE VOICELESS 248 THE CROOKED FOOTPATH 250 THE TWO STREAMS ROBINSON OF LEYDEN SAINT ANTHONY THE REFORMER CONTENTS . ix.
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Oliver Wendell Holmes. THE TWO STREAMS ROBINSON OF LEYDEN SAINT ANTHONY THE REFORMER Avis IRIS , HER BOOK . UNDER THE VIOLETS THE PROMISE THE LIVING TEMPLE HYMN OF TRUST 253 255 258 260 · 264 267 270 272 275 A SUN - DAY HYMN 277 A VOICE ...
Oliver Wendell Holmes. THE TWO STREAMS ROBINSON OF LEYDEN SAINT ANTHONY THE REFORMER Avis IRIS , HER BOOK . UNDER THE VIOLETS THE PROMISE THE LIVING TEMPLE HYMN OF TRUST 253 255 258 260 · 264 267 270 272 275 A SUN - DAY HYMN 277 A VOICE ...
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... streams divide The two bare Misery Isles . The master's silent signal stays The wearied cavalcade ; The coachman reins his smoking bays Beneath the elm - tree's shade . A gathering on the village green ! The cocked - hats crowd to see ...
... streams divide The two bare Misery Isles . The master's silent signal stays The wearied cavalcade ; The coachman reins his smoking bays Beneath the elm - tree's shade . A gathering on the village green ! The cocked - hats crowd to see ...
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... stream Her belt of ancient towers . Red is the orange on its bough , To - morrow's sun shall fling O'er Cintra's hazel - shaded brow The flush of April's wing . The streets are loud with noisy mirth , They dance on every green ; The ...
... stream Her belt of ancient towers . Red is the orange on its bough , To - morrow's sun shall fling O'er Cintra's hazel - shaded brow The flush of April's wing . The streets are loud with noisy mirth , They dance on every green ; The ...
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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!