Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 pages |
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... VOICE OF THE LOYAL NORTH BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE UNDER THE WASHINGTON ELM , CAMBRIDGE · 279 • 282 285 · INTERNATIONAL ODE 287 FREEDOM , OUR QUEEN 289 ARMY HYMN . 291 PARTING HYMN 293 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY 295 THE ...
... VOICE OF THE LOYAL NORTH BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE UNDER THE WASHINGTON ELM , CAMBRIDGE · 279 • 282 285 · INTERNATIONAL ODE 287 FREEDOM , OUR QUEEN 289 ARMY HYMN . 291 PARTING HYMN 293 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY 295 THE ...
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... garden - flower . ' Twas strange , ' t was sad , Thus Pity's voice began . - so fresh , so fair ! Such grace ! an angel's shape and air ! The half - heard whisper ran . For eyes could see in George's time , As now AGNES . 11.
... garden - flower . ' Twas strange , ' t was sad , Thus Pity's voice began . - so fresh , so fair ! Such grace ! an angel's shape and air ! The half - heard whisper ran . For eyes could see in George's time , As now AGNES . 11.
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... voice , while blooming Nature calls ; Peering and gazing with insatiate looks Through blinding lenses , or in wearying books ? Off , gloomy spectres of the shrivelled past ! Fly with the leaves that filled the autumn blast ! Ye imps of ...
... voice , while blooming Nature calls ; Peering and gazing with insatiate looks Through blinding lenses , or in wearying books ? Off , gloomy spectres of the shrivelled past ! Fly with the leaves that filled the autumn blast ! Ye imps of ...
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... voice alone ; When Pilate's hall that awful question heard , The Heavenly Captive answered not a word . Eternal Truth ! beyond our hopes and fears Sweep the vast orbits of thy myriad spheres ! From age to age , while History carves ...
... voice alone ; When Pilate's hall that awful question heard , The Heavenly Captive answered not a word . Eternal Truth ! beyond our hopes and fears Sweep the vast orbits of thy myriad spheres ! From age to age , while History carves ...
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... voice was but a sigh . - Year after year had seen its short - lived race Flit past the scenes and others take their ... voices lost the melting tones that start With Southern throbs the sturdy Saxon heart , While fresh sopranos shook the ...
... voice was but a sigh . - Year after year had seen its short - lived race Flit past the scenes and others take their ... voices lost the melting tones that start With Southern throbs the sturdy Saxon heart , While fresh sopranos shook 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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!