Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 pages |
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... flow Till the first blossoms heave the latest snow . In the stiff clod below the whirling drifts , In the loose soil ... flows Through the red lips of June's half - open rose , Dressed in bright hues , the loving sunshine's dower ; For ...
... flow Till the first blossoms heave the latest snow . In the stiff clod below the whirling drifts , In the loose soil ... flows Through the red lips of June's half - open rose , Dressed in bright hues , the loving sunshine's dower ; For ...
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... When through its pictured screen the sunlight flows , And kneeling pilgrims on its storied pane See angels glow in every shapeless stain ; So streamed the vision through his sunken eye , Clad 5.8 PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS .
... When through its pictured screen the sunlight flows , And kneeling pilgrims on its storied pane See angels glow in every shapeless stain ; So streamed the vision through his sunken eye , Clad 5.8 PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS .
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... bearing wheresoe'er it flows The love that with its fountain rose , Unchanged by space , unwronged by time , From age to age , from clime to clime ! VIGNETTES . 1853 . AFTER A LECTURE ON WORDSWORTH . TO AN ENGLISH FRIEND . 95.
... bearing wheresoe'er it flows The love that with its fountain rose , Unchanged by space , unwronged by time , From age to age , from clime to clime ! VIGNETTES . 1853 . AFTER A LECTURE ON WORDSWORTH . TO AN ENGLISH FRIEND . 95.
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... flow a single stream . A bracelet spun from mountain mist , A silvery sash unwound , With ox - bow curve and sinuous twist It writhes to reach the Sound . This is my bark , -a pigmy's ship ; Beneath a child it rolls ; Fear not , one ...
... flow a single stream . A bracelet spun from mountain mist , A silvery sash unwound , With ox - bow curve and sinuous twist It writhes to reach the Sound . This is my bark , -a pigmy's ship ; Beneath a child it rolls ; Fear not , one ...
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... flows a fair stream by the hills of the west , " She sang to her boy as he lay on her breast ; " Along its smooth margin thy fathers have played ; Beside its deep waters their ashes are laid . " I wandered afar from the land of my birth ...
... flows a fair stream by the hills of the west , " She sang to her boy as he lay on her breast ; " Along its smooth margin thy fathers have played ; Beside its deep waters their ashes are laid . " I wandered afar from the land of my birth ...
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50 cents 63 cents 75 cents angel arms banner Behold beneath blue breast breath BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR bright burning Charles Kingsley cheek clasped Cloth cloud crimson crown dark dead dear dream earth Edition EDWIN OF DEIRA eyes faded fair falchion flame Flower of Liberty FUREIDIS gilt edge gleam glistening glory glow golden GOLDEN LEGEND grave gray green hand hear heart Heaven heavenly hills hour laugh leaves life's light lips living look Lord maidens moidore morning Nathaniel Hawthorne nurslings o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES peaceful plain POEMS POETICAL Portrait rills rings roll rose round SAUTY shade shadows shine shore shore and sea sigh sing smile song soul spread spring story stream sweet little tale tears tell thee thine thou throbbing throne toil Toll the bell turn voice warm waves whisper wild wings word 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 237 - 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 296 - 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 209 - 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 210 - And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith : Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith; But he shouted a song for the brave and the free — Just read on his medal, "My country," "of thee !
Page 176 - Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. I would not have the horse I drive So fast that folks must stop and stare ; An easy gait — two, forty-five — Suits me ; I do not care; — Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt. Of pictures, I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three or four, — I love so much their style and tone, — One Turner...
Page 170 - EIGHTEEN HUNDRED; — it came and found The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten; — "Hahnsum kerridge
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 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!
Page 168 - He would build one shay to beat the taown 'n' the keounty 'n' all the kentry raoun'; It should be so built that it couldn' break daown: — " Fur," said the Deacon, " 't 's mighty plain Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain; 'n' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, Is only jest T' make that place uz strong uz the rest.