Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466 pages |
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... voice hath been crying Night after night - and the cry has been in vain ; Winds , woods , and waves found echoes for replying , But the tones of the beloved ones were never heard again . When will he awaken ? Asked the midnight's silver ...
... voice hath been crying Night after night - and the cry has been in vain ; Winds , woods , and waves found echoes for replying , But the tones of the beloved ones were never heard again . When will he awaken ? Asked the midnight's silver ...
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... voice that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me . ALFRED TENNYSON . THE PASSAGE . MANY a year is in its grave Since I crossed this ...
... voice that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me . ALFRED TENNYSON . THE PASSAGE . MANY a year is in its grave Since I crossed this ...
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... leaves A dying man he lay . His dying words — but when I reached That tenderest strain of all the ditty , My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturbed her soul with pity . All impulses of soul and sense Had thrilled my guileless 39.
... leaves A dying man he lay . His dying words — but when I reached That tenderest strain of all the ditty , My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturbed her soul with pity . All impulses of soul and sense Had thrilled my guileless 39.
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... voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , Enlarged winds , that curl the flood , Know no such liberty . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage . If I have ...
... voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , Enlarged winds , that curl the flood , Know no such liberty . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage . If I have ...
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... voices only broke the gloom . We spake of many a vanished scene , Of what we once had thought and said , Of what had been , and might have been , And who was changed , and who was dead ; And all that fills the hearts of friends , When ...
... voices only broke the gloom . We spake of many a vanished scene , Of what we once had thought and said , Of what had been , and might have been , And who was changed , and who was dead ; And all that fills the hearts of friends , When ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath bird blessed Bobbett bonnie bosom boys breast breath bride bright brow cave of silver cheek cold d'ye dead dear Death deep door doth dream EUGENE ARAM eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends grave grief hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hurrah kiss land lassie light lips live look maiden Mary MAUD MULLER merry morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale raven river river Lee ROBERT HERRICK rose round sailor Shandon shine sighs silent sing SIR PATRICK SPENS sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars Summer sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought tree Twas wander weary weel weep wild Willie wind YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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Page 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 243 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Page 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Page 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 89 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Page 302 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Page 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.