Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... Rolls o'er the prairied West , the rock - bound North : The myriad - handed Future stretches forth Its shadowy palms . Behold , we come , - we come ! Turn o'er these idle leaves . Such toys as these Were not unsought for , as , in ...
... Rolls o'er the prairied West , the rock - bound North : The myriad - handed Future stretches forth Its shadowy palms . Behold , we come , - we come ! Turn o'er these idle leaves . Such toys as these Were not unsought for , as , in ...
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... roll the whispering waves That lap the piers beneath the hill Ridged thick with ancient graves . Ah , gentle sleep ! thy hand will smooth The weary couch of pain , When all thy poppies fail to soothe The lover's throbbing brain ! ' Tis ...
... roll the whispering waves That lap the piers beneath the hill Ridged thick with ancient graves . Ah , gentle sleep ! thy hand will smooth The weary couch of pain , When all thy poppies fail to soothe The lover's throbbing brain ! ' Tis ...
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... rolls in lakes of bloom , Its coral stems and milk - white flowers alive With the wide murmurs of the scattered hive ; Here glowed the apple with the pencilled streak Of morning painted on its southern cheek ; The pear's long necklace ...
... rolls in lakes of bloom , Its coral stems and milk - white flowers alive With the wide murmurs of the scattered hive ; Here glowed the apple with the pencilled streak Of morning painted on its southern cheek ; The pear's long necklace ...
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... rolling slow before , That love and kindness can protect no more ; The smiling babe that , called to mortal strife , Shuts its meek eyes and drops its little life ; The drooping child who prays in vain to live , А РОЕМ . 39.
... rolling slow before , That love and kindness can protect no more ; The smiling babe that , called to mortal strife , Shuts its meek eyes and drops its little life ; The drooping child who prays in vain to live , А РОЕМ . 39.
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... O Father , in immortal trust ! Ashes to ashes , dust to kindred dust , Till the last angel rolls the stone away , And a new morning brings eternal day ! PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS . 1850-56 . SPRING . WINTER 40 A POEM .
... O Father , in immortal trust ! Ashes to ashes , dust to kindred dust , Till the last angel rolls the stone away , And a new morning brings eternal day ! PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS . 1850-56 . SPRING . WINTER 40 A POEM .
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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...