The Golden Treasury of American Songs and LyricsFrederic Lawrence Knowles L.C. Page, 1897 - 319 Seiten |
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... bloom ; Unpitying frosts and Autumn's power Shall leave no vestige of this flower . From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little being came ; If nothing once , you nothing lose , For when you die you are the same ; The space ...
... bloom ; Unpitying frosts and Autumn's power Shall leave no vestige of this flower . From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little being came ; If nothing once , you nothing lose , For when you die you are the same ; The space ...
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... bloom upon thy cheek , On thy breath their fragrance borne . Guard thy bosom from the day , Lest thy snows should melt away . But one charm remains behind , Which mute earth can ne'er impart ; Nor in ocean wilt thou find , Nor in the ...
... bloom upon thy cheek , On thy breath their fragrance borne . Guard thy bosom from the day , Lest thy snows should melt away . But one charm remains behind , Which mute earth can ne'er impart ; Nor in ocean wilt thou find , Nor in the ...
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... more -no more- ( Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore ) Shall bloom the thunder - blasted tree , Or the stricken eagle soar . TO ONE IN PARADISE . And all my days are 34 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS .
... more -no more- ( Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore ) Shall bloom the thunder - blasted tree , Or the stricken eagle soar . TO ONE IN PARADISE . And all my days are 34 AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS .
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... blooms beyond our finding , It led me on , by sweet degrees Joy's simple honey - cells unbinding . Those Graces were that seemed grim Fates ; With nearer love the sky leaned o'er me ; The long - sought Secret's golden gates On musical ...
... blooms beyond our finding , It led me on , by sweet degrees Joy's simple honey - cells unbinding . Those Graces were that seemed grim Fates ; With nearer love the sky leaned o'er me ; The long - sought Secret's golden gates On musical ...
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... the shrill refrain : " Here's Flud Oirson , fur his horrd horrt , Torr'd an ' futherr'd an ' corr'd in a corrt By the women o ' Morble'ead ! ” Wrinkled scolds with hands on hips , Girls in bloom 87 Skipper Ireson's Ride.
... the shrill refrain : " Here's Flud Oirson , fur his horrd horrt , Torr'd an ' futherr'd an ' corr'd in a corrt By the women o ' Morble'ead ! ” Wrinkled scolds with hands on hips , Girls in bloom 87 Skipper Ireson's Ride.
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Annabel Lee Arcady Battle-hymn beautiful bees beneath bird black regiment bloom blossoms blow blue Blynken breast breath Carolina Chambered Nautilus Charles Scribner's Sons cheek clouds clover corr'd dark dead Death door dream earth eyes Farragut flowers GONDOLIEDS gray H. C. Bunner H. W. LONGFELLOW hair hand hath hear heart heaven hills of Habersham Israfel J. R. LOWELL Joaquin Miller king Lay him low leaves light lips Little Boy Blue little lamb look lyric Marblehead Maryland never nevermore night o'er old Kentucky Home poem poet R. H. STODDARD Ramoth rose round sailed scorn ships shore sing skipper sleep snow song sorrow soul spirit stars summer sweet T. B. ALDRICH Tarred and feathered tears tell thee thine thou art thought trees valleys of Hall veery violets voice wait waves weep whippoorwill wind wreck
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Seite 29 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 262 - Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove - He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility We passed the School, where Children...
Seite 76 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Seite 81 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.
Seite 36 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Seite 10 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Seite 12 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon— Her health! and would on earth there stood, Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Seite 66 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Seite 26 - In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace Radiant palace - reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion It stood there ! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Seite 178 - 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 hair.