Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 pages |
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... arms , broad breasts , brave hearts , are better worth Than strains that sing the ravished echoes dumb . Hark ! ' t is the loud reverberating drum Rolls o'er the prairied West , the rock - bound North : The myriad - handed Future ...
... arms , broad breasts , brave hearts , are better worth Than strains that sing the ravished echoes dumb . Hark ! ' t is the loud reverberating drum Rolls o'er the prairied West , the rock - bound North : The myriad - handed Future ...
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... - haunted town . So onward , o'er the rugged way That runs through rocks and sand , Showered by the tempest - driven spray , From bays on either hand , That shut between their outstretched arms The crews of Marblehead 6 AGNES .
... - haunted town . So onward , o'er the rugged way That runs through rocks and sand , Showered by the tempest - driven spray , From bays on either hand , That shut between their outstretched arms The crews of Marblehead 6 AGNES .
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Oliver Wendell Holmes. That shut between their outstretched arms The crews of Marblehead , The lords of ocean's ... arm of yellow sand , And breaks the roaring surge that braves The gauntlet on her hand ; With eddying whirl the waters ...
Oliver Wendell Holmes. That shut between their outstretched arms The crews of Marblehead , The lords of ocean's ... arm of yellow sand , And breaks the roaring surge that braves The gauntlet on her hand ; With eddying whirl the waters ...
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... arms The village beauty's name . Go , call the priest ! no vain delay Shall dim the sacred ring ! Who knows what change the passing day The fleeting hour , may bring ? - Before the holy altar bent , There kneels a 22 22 AGNES . THE REWARD.
... arms The village beauty's name . Go , call the priest ! no vain delay Shall dim the sacred ring ! Who knows what change the passing day The fleeting hour , may bring ? - Before the holy altar bent , There kneels a 22 22 AGNES . THE REWARD.
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... arms , Let not our virtues in thy love decay , And thy fond sweetness waste our strength away . No ! by these hills , whose banners now displayed In blazing cohorts Autumn has arrayed : By yon twin summits , on whose splintery crests ...
... arms , Let not our virtues in thy love decay , And thy fond sweetness waste our strength away . No ! by these hills , whose banners now displayed In blazing cohorts Autumn has arrayed : By yon twin summits , on whose splintery crests ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...