Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... beads are all unstrung ! Her place is at the master's board , Where none disputes her claim ; She walks beside the mansion's lord , His bride in all but name . The busy tongues have ceased to talk , Or speak AGNES . 15.
... beads are all unstrung ! Her place is at the master's board , Where none disputes her claim ; She walks beside the mansion's lord , His bride in all but name . The busy tongues have ceased to talk , Or speak AGNES . 15.
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... walk The angel light has shown . No want that kindness may relieve Assails her heart in vain , The lifting of a ragged sleeve Will check her palfrey's rein . A thoughtful calm , a quiet grace In every movement shown , Reveal her moulded ...
... walk The angel light has shown . No want that kindness may relieve Assails her heart in vain , The lifting of a ragged sleeve Will check her palfrey's rein . A thoughtful calm , a quiet grace In every movement shown , Reveal her moulded ...
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... walk transcends The last advices of maternal friends ; Whom John , obedient to his master's sign , Conducts , laborious , up to ninety - nine , While Peter , glistening with luxurious scorn , Husks his white ivories like an ear of corn ...
... walk transcends The last advices of maternal friends ; Whom John , obedient to his master's sign , Conducts , laborious , up to ninety - nine , While Peter , glistening with luxurious scorn , Husks his white ivories like an ear of corn ...
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... walk . -And there's our well - dressed gentleman , who sits , By right divine , no doubt , among the wits , Who airs his tailor's patterns when he walks , The man that often speaks , but never talks . Why should he talk , whose presence ...
... walk . -And there's our well - dressed gentleman , who sits , By right divine , no doubt , among the wits , Who airs his tailor's patterns when he walks , The man that often speaks , but never talks . Why should he talk , whose presence ...
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... walks ; The vines are dead , long , long ago , The almond buds no longer blow . No more upon its mound I see The azure , plume - bound fleur - de - lis ; Where once the tulips used to show , In straggling tufts the pansies grow ; The ...
... walks ; The vines are dead , long , long ago , The almond buds no longer blow . No more upon its mound I see The azure , plume - bound fleur - de - lis ; Where once the tulips used to show , In straggling tufts the pansies grow ; 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 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...