Songs in Many KeysTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 308 páginas |
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... SHADOW 234 THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS 236 THE TWO ARMIES 238 FOR THE MEETING OF THE NATIONAL SANITARY Associ- ATION 241 MUSA . 244 THE VOICELESS 248 THE CROOKED FOOTPATH 250 THE TWO STREAMS ROBINSON OF LEYDEN SAINT ANTHONY THE REFORMER ...
... SHADOW 234 THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS 236 THE TWO ARMIES 238 FOR THE MEETING OF THE NATIONAL SANITARY Associ- ATION 241 MUSA . 244 THE VOICELESS 248 THE CROOKED FOOTPATH 250 THE TWO STREAMS ROBINSON OF LEYDEN SAINT ANTHONY THE REFORMER ...
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... shadows when the day is done , Line after line , along the bursting sod , Marks the broad acres where his feet have trod : Still , where he treads , the stubborn clods divide , The smooth , fresh furrow opens deep and wide ; Matted and ...
... shadows when the day is done , Line after line , along the bursting sod , Marks the broad acres where his feet have trod : Still , where he treads , the stubborn clods divide , The smooth , fresh furrow opens deep and wide ; Matted and ...
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... shadows of uncounted bands , Where man's white lips and woman's wringing hands Track the still burden , rolling slow before , That love and kindness can protect no more ; The smiling babe that , called to mortal strife , Shuts its meek ...
... shadows of uncounted bands , Where man's white lips and woman's wringing hands Track the still burden , rolling slow before , That love and kindness can protect no more ; The smiling babe that , called to mortal strife , Shuts its meek ...
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... shadows , prints of toil and care ; Round the wide circle glanced his vacant eye , - He strove to speak , — his voice was but a sigh . - Year after year had seen its short - lived race Flit past the scenes and others take their place ...
... shadows , prints of toil and care ; Round the wide circle glanced his vacant eye , - He strove to speak , — his voice was but a sigh . - Year after year had seen its short - lived race Flit past the scenes and others take their place ...
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... shadows waste by slow degrees , Till naught remains , the saddening tale to tell , Save home's last wrecks , - the cellar and the well ! And whose the home that strews in black decay The one green - glowing island of the bay ? Some dark ...
... shadows waste by slow degrees , Till naught remains , the saddening tale to tell , Save home's last wrecks , - the cellar and the well ! And whose the home that strews in black decay The one green - glowing island of the bay ? Some dark ...
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Agnes angel arms banner Behold beneath BERKSHIRE Blazoned blue breast breath bright burning cheek clasped crimson crown dark dead dear dream earth eyes faded fair falchion FEBRUARY 22 flame fleur-de-lis flow Flower of Liberty folds Gambrel gleam glistening glory glow golden grave gray green hand hear heart Heaven heavenly hills holy hour Houri land laugh leaves life's light lips living look Lord maidens maize moidore morning mother Nahant nurslings o'er peaceful pennons plain ploughshare rills rings roll rose round SAUTY shade shadows shed shine shore shore and sea sigh sing smile song soul spread spring stars story stream sweet Freedom sweet little tale tears tell tessellated thee thine thou throbbing throne toil told Toll the bell TURELL turn voice warm waves whisper wild wings word world's a stage young youth
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Página 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.
Página 170 - 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.
Página 167 - Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits, — Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive, — Snuffy old drone from the German hive.
Página 168 - In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, Above or below, or within or without, And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, That a chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
Página 190 - My listening angel heard the prayer. And, calmly smiling, said, "If I but touch thy silvered hair, Thy hasty wish hath sped. "But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay. While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished-for day?
Página 237 - 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, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Página 248 - The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them : — Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them I Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts...
Página 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...
Página 277 - ... 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.
Página 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!