Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 pages |
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... downcast eyes . Ah ! maidens err and matrons warn Beneath the coldest sky ; Love lurks amid the tasselled corn As in the bearded rye ! But who would dream our sober sires Had learned the 1 A I OF THE AGNES THE KNIGHT.
... downcast eyes . Ah ! maidens err and matrons warn Beneath the coldest sky ; Love lurks amid the tasselled corn As in the bearded rye ! But who would dream our sober sires Had learned the 1 A I OF THE AGNES THE KNIGHT.
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... Beneath the elm - tree's shade . A gathering on the village green ! The cocked - hats crowd to see , On legs in ancient velveteen , With buckles at the knee ! A clustering round the tavern - door Of square - toed village boys , Still ...
... Beneath the elm - tree's shade . A gathering on the village green ! The cocked - hats crowd to see , On legs in ancient velveteen , With buckles at the knee ! A clustering round the tavern - door Of square - toed village boys , Still ...
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... Beneath her golden beads . She flitted , but the glittering eye Still sought the lovely face . Who was she ? What , and whence ? and why Doomed to such menial place ? A skipper's daughter , so they said , - - Left orphan by the gale ...
... Beneath her golden beads . She flitted , but the glittering eye Still sought the lovely face . Who was she ? What , and whence ? and why Doomed to such menial place ? A skipper's daughter , so they said , - - Left orphan by the gale ...
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... beneath the hill Ridged thick with ancient graves . Ah , gentle sleep ! thy hand will smooth The weary couch of pain , When all thy poppies fail to soothe The lover's throbbing brain ! " Tis morn , the orange - mantled sun Breaks ...
... beneath the hill Ridged thick with ancient graves . Ah , gentle sleep ! thy hand will smooth The weary couch of pain , When all thy poppies fail to soothe The lover's throbbing brain ! " Tis morn , the orange - mantled sun Breaks ...
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... marks the birth Of proud Braganza's queen . At eve beneath their pictured dome The gilded courtiers throng ; The broad moidores have cheated Rome Of all her lords of song . Ah ! Lisbon dreams not of the day - Pleased 18 AGNES .
... marks the birth Of proud Braganza's queen . At eve beneath their pictured dome The gilded courtiers throng ; The broad moidores have cheated Rome Of all her lords of song . Ah ! Lisbon dreams not of the day - Pleased 18 AGNES .
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Page 198 - 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 199 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings :Build thee more stately mansions...
Page 170 - Gray temples at twenty?" — Yes! white if we please; Where the snow-flakes fall thickest there's nothing can freeze! Was it snowing I spoke of? Excuse the mistake!
Page 171 - That could harness a team with a logical chain; When he spoke for our manhood in syllabled fire, We called him "The Justice,
Page 172 - 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,
Page 239 - Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, Thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night.
Page 170 - Hahnsum kerridge" they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came; Running as usual; much, the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive, And then come fifty, and fifty-five. Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth. This is a moral that runs at large; (Take it. You're welcome. No extra charge.) First of November, the Earthquake-day.
Page 234 - THE LIVING TEMPLE. Not in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green, Is all thy Maker's glory seen: Look in upon thy wondrous frame, — Eternal wisdom still the same...
Page 234 - The smooth, soft air with pulse-like waves Flows murmuring through its hidden caves, ] ° Whose streams of brightening purple rush. Fired with a new and livelier blush. While all their burden of decay The ebbing current steals away, And red with Nature's flame they start From the warm fountains of the heart.
Page 138 - We praise him, not for gifts divine, — His Muse was born of woman, — His manhood breathes in every line, — Was ever heart more human ? We love him, praise him, just for this : In every form and feature, Through wealth and want, through woe and bliss, He saw his fellow-creature...