Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 pages |
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... dead ; - We rend thy bosom , and it gives us bread ; O'er the red field that trampling strife has torn , Waves the green plumage of thy tasselled corn ; Our maddening conflicts scar thy fairest plain , Still thy 2 * C THE PLOUGHMAN . 33.
... dead ; - We rend thy bosom , and it gives us bread ; O'er the red field that trampling strife has torn , Waves the green plumage of thy tasselled corn ; Our maddening conflicts scar thy fairest plain , Still thy 2 * C THE PLOUGHMAN . 33.
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... give ; Yet , O Destroyer ! from thy shrouded throne Look on our gift ; this realm is all thine own ! Fair is the scene ; its sweetness oft beguiled From their dim paths the children of the wild ; The dark - haired maiden loved its ...
... give ; Yet , O Destroyer ! from thy shrouded throne Look on our gift ; this realm is all thine own ! Fair is the scene ; its sweetness oft beguiled From their dim paths the children of the wild ; The dark - haired maiden loved its ...
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... give ; The pride of beauty stricken in its flower ; The strength of manhood broken in an hour ; Age in its weakness , bowed by toil and care , Traced in sad lines beneath its silvered hair . The sun shall set , and heaven's resplendent ...
... give ; The pride of beauty stricken in its flower ; The strength of manhood broken in an hour ; Age in its weakness , bowed by toil and care , Traced in sad lines beneath its silvered hair . The sun shall set , and heaven's resplendent ...
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... gives most life , worth living , in an hour ? When Victory settles on the doubtful fight And the last foeman wheels in panting flight , No thrill like this is felt beneath the sun ; Life's sovereign moment is a battle won . But say what ...
... gives most life , worth living , in an hour ? When Victory settles on the doubtful fight And the last foeman wheels in panting flight , No thrill like this is felt beneath the sun ; Life's sovereign moment is a battle won . But say what ...
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... give me to the Sea , That to the Bay , the Bay to Thee . It may not be ; too long the track To follow down or struggle back . The sun has set on fair Naushon Long ere my western blaze is gone ; The ocean disk is rolling dark In shadows ...
... give me to the Sea , That to the Bay , the Bay to Thee . It may not be ; too long the track To follow down or struggle back . The sun has set on fair Naushon Long ere my western blaze is gone ; The ocean disk is rolling dark In shadows ...
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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.