Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 pages |
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... breasts Against the crushing stone , That still the strong - armed clown protests No man can lift alone , – - O then the frozen spring was broke ; - By turns she wept and smiled ; - " Sweet Agnes ! " so the mother spoke , " God bless my ...
... breasts Against the crushing stone , That still the strong - armed clown protests No man can lift alone , – - O then the frozen spring was broke ; - By turns she wept and smiled ; - " Sweet Agnes ! " so the mother spoke , " God bless my ...
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... breast that trampling death could spare His noiseless shafts assail . He longs to change the heaven of blue For England's clouded sky , - To breathe the air his boyhood knew ; He seeks them but to die . -Hard by the terraced hill - side ...
... breast that trampling death could spare His noiseless shafts assail . He longs to change the heaven of blue For England's clouded sky , - To breathe the air his boyhood knew ; He seeks them but to die . -Hard by the terraced hill - side ...
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... breast Wakes us to life , and lulls us all to rest , How thy sweet features , kind to every clime , Mock with their smile the wrinkled front of time ! We stain thy flowers , they blossom o'er the dead ; - We rend thy bosom , and it ...
... breast Wakes us to life , and lulls us all to rest , How thy sweet features , kind to every clime , Mock with their smile the wrinkled front of time ! We stain thy flowers , they blossom o'er the dead ; - We rend thy bosom , and it ...
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... breast The frozen trophy torn from Winter's crest ; The violet , gazing on the arch of blue Till her own iris wears its deepened hue ; The spendthrift crocus , bursting through the mould Naked and shivering with his cup of gold ...
... breast The frozen trophy torn from Winter's crest ; The violet , gazing on the arch of blue Till her own iris wears its deepened hue ; The spendthrift crocus , bursting through the mould Naked and shivering with his cup of gold ...
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... breast That heaves the cuirass on the trooper's chest , Hears the same hell - hounds yelling in his rear That chase from port the maddened buccaneer , Feels the same comfort while his acrid words Turn the 52 PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS .
... breast That heaves the cuirass on the trooper's chest , Hears the same hell - hounds yelling in his rear That chase from port the maddened buccaneer , Feels the same comfort while his acrid words Turn the 52 PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS .
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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...