Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 pages |
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... wing . The streets are loud with noisy mirth , They dance on every green ; The morning's dial marks the birth Of proud Braganza's queen . At eve beneath their pictured dome The gilded courtiers throng ; The broad moidores have cheated ...
... wing . The streets are loud with noisy mirth , They dance on every green ; The morning's dial marks the birth Of proud Braganza's queen . At eve beneath their pictured dome The gilded courtiers throng ; The broad moidores have cheated ...
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... the shadowy plains , Stanch the deep wound that dries the maple's veins . Come with the stream whose silver - braided rills Fling their unclasping bracelets from the hills , Till in one gleam , beneath the forest's wings , А РОЕМ . 37.
... the shadowy plains , Stanch the deep wound that dries the maple's veins . Come with the stream whose silver - braided rills Fling their unclasping bracelets from the hills , Till in one gleam , beneath the forest's wings , А РОЕМ . 37.
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Oliver Wendell Holmes. Till in one gleam , beneath the forest's wings , Melts the white glitter of a hundred springs . Come from the steeps where look majestic forth From their twin thrones the Giants of the North On the huge shapes ...
Oliver Wendell Holmes. Till in one gleam , beneath the forest's wings , Melts the white glitter of a hundred springs . Come from the steeps where look majestic forth From their twin thrones the Giants of the North On the huge shapes ...
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... wing against the sunny pane , Or crawls , tenacious , o'er its lucid plain ; From shaded chinks of lichen - crusted walls , In languid curves , the gliding serpent crawls ; The bog's green harper , thawing from his sleep , Twangs a ...
... wing against the sunny pane , Or crawls , tenacious , o'er its lucid plain ; From shaded chinks of lichen - crusted walls , In languid curves , the gliding serpent crawls ; The bog's green harper , thawing from his sleep , Twangs a ...
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... wings returning Summer calls Through the deep arches of her forest halls ; · The bluebird , breathing from his azure plumes The fragrance borrowed where the myrtle blooms ; The thrush , poor wanderer , dropping meekly down , Clad in his ...
... wings returning Summer calls Through the deep arches of her forest halls ; · The bluebird , breathing from his azure plumes The fragrance borrowed where the myrtle blooms ; The thrush , poor wanderer , dropping meekly down , Clad in his ...
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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!