Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... flow Till the first blossoms heave the latest snow . In the stiff clod below the whirling drifts , In the loose soil ... flows Through the red lips of June's half - open rose , Dressed in bright hues , the loving sunshine's dower ; For ...
... flow Till the first blossoms heave the latest snow . In the stiff clod below the whirling drifts , In the loose soil ... flows Through the red lips of June's half - open rose , Dressed in bright hues , the loving sunshine's dower ; For ...
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... When through its pictured screen the sunlight flows , And kneeling pilgrims on its storied pane See angels glow in every shapeless stain ; So streamed the vision through his sunken eye , Clad 58 PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS .
... When through its pictured screen the sunlight flows , And kneeling pilgrims on its storied pane See angels glow in every shapeless stain ; So streamed the vision through his sunken eye , Clad 58 PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS .
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... bearing wheresoe'er it flows The love that with its fountain rose , Unchanged by space , unwronged by time , From age to age , from clime to clime ! VIGNETTES . 1853 . AFTER A LECTURE ON WORDSWORTH . TO AN ENGLISH FRIEND . 95 35.
... bearing wheresoe'er it flows The love that with its fountain rose , Unchanged by space , unwronged by time , From age to age , from clime to clime ! VIGNETTES . 1853 . AFTER A LECTURE ON WORDSWORTH . TO AN ENGLISH FRIEND . 95 35.
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... flow a single stream . A bracelet spun from mountain mist , A silvery sash unwound , With ox - bow curve and sinuous twist It writhes to reach the Sound . This is my bark , a pigmy's ship ; - Beneath a child it rolls ; Fear not , - one ...
... flow a single stream . A bracelet spun from mountain mist , A silvery sash unwound , With ox - bow curve and sinuous twist It writhes to reach the Sound . This is my bark , a pigmy's ship ; - Beneath a child it rolls ; Fear not , - one ...
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... flows a fair stream by the hills of the west , " She sang to her boy as he lay on her breast ; " Along its smooth margin thy fathers have played ; Beside its deep waters their ashes are laid . " I wandered afar from the land of my birth ...
... flows a fair stream by the hills of the west , " She sang to her boy as he lay on her breast ; " Along its smooth margin thy fathers have played ; Beside its deep waters their ashes are laid . " I wandered afar from the land of my birth ...
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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 HARVARD COLLEGE hear heart Heaven heavenly hills holy hour Houri land laugh leaves life's light lips living look Lord maidens maize moidore morning mother 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. 220 - 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. 158 - Little I ask ; my wants are few ; I only wish a hut of stone, (A very plain brown stone will do,) That I may call my own ; — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten ; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen ! I always thought cold victual nice; — My choice would be vanilla-ice. I care not much for gold or land ; — Give me a mortgage here and there, — Some good...
Стр. 221 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Стр. 151 - Saw the earth open and gulp her down, And Braddock's army was done so brown, Left without a scalp to its crown. It was on the terrible earthquake-day That the Deacon finished the one-hoss shay.
Стр. 280 - Behold its streaming rays unite, One mingling flood of braided light, — The red that fires the Southern rose, With spotless white from Northern snows, And, spangled o'er its azure, see The sister Stars of Liberty ! Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty...
Стр. 193 - Look close — you will see not a sign of a flake! We want some new garlands for those we have shed. And these are white roses in place of the red. We've a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told, Of talking (in public) as if we were old! That boy we call "Doctor" and this we call "Judge", It's a neat little fiction — of course it's all fudge.
Стр. 151 - 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. 259 - 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. 279 - Is this the Flower of Liberty ? It is the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty. In savage Nature's far abode Its tender seed our fathers sowed ; The storm-winds rocked its swelling bud, Its opening leaves were streaked with blood, Till lo ! earth's tyrants shook to see The full-blown Flower of Liberty ! Then hail the banner of the free...
Стр. 160 - Some, not so large, in rings, A ruby, and a pearl or so. Will do for me — I laugh at show. My dame should dress in cheap attire; (Good heavy silks are never dear) ; I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true Cashmere, Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. I would not have the horse I drive So fast that folks must stop and stare...