Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 pages |
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... true , As all the bookmen know , And pilgrims who have strayed to view The wrecks still left to show . The old , old story , - - fair , and young , And fond , and not too wise , – - That matrons tell , with sharpened tongue , To maids ...
... true , As all the bookmen know , And pilgrims who have strayed to view The wrecks still left to show . The old , old story , - - fair , and young , And fond , and not too wise , – - That matrons tell , with sharpened tongue , To maids ...
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Oliver Wendell Holmes. How fond her heart , he told , — how true ; The haughty eyelids fell ; -- The kindly deeds she loved to do ; She murmured , " It is well . " But when he told that fearful day , And how her feet were led To where ...
Oliver Wendell Holmes. How fond her heart , he told , — how true ; The haughty eyelids fell ; -- The kindly deeds she loved to do ; She murmured , " It is well . " But when he told that fearful day , And how her feet were led To where ...
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... True to their home , these faithful arms shall toil To crown with peace their own untainted soil ; And , true to God , to freedom , to mankind , If her chained bandogs Faction shall unbind , These stately forms , that bending even now ...
... True to their home , these faithful arms shall toil To crown with peace their own untainted soil ; And , true to God , to freedom , to mankind , If her chained bandogs Faction shall unbind , These stately forms , that bending even now ...
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... true , The sweet , low - whispered words , the winning glance From queens of song , from Houris of the dance , Wealth's lavish gift , and Flattery's soothing phrase , And Beauty's silence when her blush was praise , And melting Pride ...
... true , The sweet , low - whispered words , the winning glance From queens of song , from Houris of the dance , Wealth's lavish gift , and Flattery's soothing phrase , And Beauty's silence when her blush was praise , And melting Pride ...
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... slender chain , The flying joys he strives to clasp in vain , Death only grasps ; to live is to pursue , Dream on ! there's nothing but illusion true ! THE ISLAND RUIN . YE that have faced the billows 60 PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS .
... slender chain , The flying joys he strives to clasp in vain , Death only grasps ; to live is to pursue , Dream on ! there's nothing but illusion true ! THE ISLAND RUIN . YE that have faced the billows 60 PICTURES FROM OCCASIONAL POEMS .
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50 cents 63 cents 75 cents angel arms banner beneath blossom Blue and Gold breast breath BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR bright burning chair CHARLES WENTWORTH UPHAM cheek clasped Cloth cloud crimson crown dark dead dear dream earth Edition EDWIN OF DEIRA eyes faded fair falchion flame flaming band flow Flower of Liberty folds FUREIDIS gleam glistening glory glow golden GOLDEN LEGEND green hand hear heart Heaven hour J. G. Lockhart land laugh leaves life's light lips living look maidens morning o'er peace plain POEMS Portrait R. H. Dana rescued band rills rings roll roses round SAUTY shadows shed shine shore sigh sing smile snow song soul spread spring star story stream sweet little tale tears tell thee thine thou throbbing toil Toll the bell voice warm waves wedded crowns whisper wild wings 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.