Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 pages |
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... shed . " Nay , droop not thus , where'er , " he cried , - " I go by land or sea , My love , my life , my joy , my pride , Thy place is still by me ! " B Through town and city , far and wide , Their AGNES . 17 THE RESCUE.
... shed . " Nay , droop not thus , where'er , " he cried , - " I go by land or sea , My love , my life , my joy , my pride , Thy place is still by me ! " B Through town and city , far and wide , Their AGNES . 17 THE RESCUE.
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... : One cry , - the marble shaft she grasps , Up heaves the ponderous stone : - - He breathes , her fainting form he clasps , - Her life has bought his own ! PART FIFTH . THE REWARD . How like the starless AGNES . 16 21.
... : One cry , - the marble shaft she grasps , Up heaves the ponderous stone : - - He breathes , her fainting form he clasps , - Her life has bought his own ! PART FIFTH . THE REWARD . How like the starless AGNES . 16 21.
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... life ? One word can charm all wrongs away , The sacred name of WIFE ! The love that won her girlish charms Must shield her matron fame , And write beneath the Frankland arms The village beauty's name . Go , call the priest ! no vain ...
... life ? One word can charm all wrongs away , The sacred name of WIFE ! The love that won her girlish charms Must shield her matron fame , And write beneath the Frankland arms The village beauty's name . Go , call the priest ! no vain ...
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... life he lay , The breathing with the dead , And how she bruised her tender breasts Against the crushing stone , That still the strong - armed clown protests No man can lift alone , O then the frozen spring was broke ; By turns she wept ...
... life he lay , The breathing with the dead , And how she bruised her tender breasts Against the crushing stone , That still the strong - armed clown protests No man can lift alone , O then the frozen spring was broke ; By turns she wept ...
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... life , and lulls us all to rest , How thy sweet features , kind to every clime , Mock with their smile the wrinkled front of time ! We stain thy flowers , - they blossom o'er the dead ; We rend thy bosom , and it gives us bread ; O'er ...
... life , and lulls us all to rest , How thy sweet features , kind to every clime , Mock with their smile the wrinkled front of time ! We stain thy flowers , - they blossom o'er the dead ; We rend thy bosom , and it gives us bread ; O'er ...
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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...