Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466 páginas |
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... COMES AGAIN . STODDARD 99 66 There are gains for all our losses , THE AGE OF WISDOM .... THACKERAY 29 67 Ho ! pretty page , with the dimpled chin , THE FIRE OF DRIFT - WOOD ..... .... .LONGFELLOW 69 69 We sat within the farm - house old ...
... COMES AGAIN . STODDARD 99 66 There are gains for all our losses , THE AGE OF WISDOM .... THACKERAY 29 67 Ho ! pretty page , with the dimpled chin , THE FIRE OF DRIFT - WOOD ..... .... .LONGFELLOW 69 69 We sat within the farm - house old ...
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... Comes the starry midnight , felt by life's gifted few ; Then will the spirit from its earthly sleep awaken To a being more intense , more spiritual , and true . So doth the soul awaken , Like that youth to night's fair queen ! LETITIA ...
... Comes the starry midnight , felt by life's gifted few ; Then will the spirit from its earthly sleep awaken To a being more intense , more spiritual , and true . So doth the soul awaken , Like that youth to night's fair queen ! LETITIA ...
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... the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail , THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER . When blood is nipped , and D2 29 SPRING AND WINTER When daisies pied, and violets blue, THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER Longfellow's Translation SHAKSPEARE.
... the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail , THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER . When blood is nipped , and D2 29 SPRING AND WINTER When daisies pied, and violets blue, THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER Longfellow's Translation SHAKSPEARE.
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... comes up the stair . And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy with the thought : In troth I'm like to greet . The cauld blasts of the winter wind That thrilled through my heart , They're a ' blawn ...
... comes up the stair . And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy with the thought : In troth I'm like to greet . The cauld blasts of the winter wind That thrilled through my heart , They're a ' blawn ...
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... comes that he is not there ! When , at the cool , gray break Of day , from sleep I wake , With my first breathing of the morning air My soul goes up , with joy , To Him who gave my boy ; Then comes the sad thought that he is not there ...
... comes that he is not there ! When , at the cool , gray break Of day , from sleep I wake , With my first breathing of the morning air My soul goes up , with joy , To Him who gave my boy ; Then comes the sad thought that he is not there ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath bird blessed Bobbett bonnie bosom boys breast breath bride bright brow cave of silver cheek cold d'ye dead dear Death deep door doth dream EUGENE ARAM eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends grave grief hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hurrah kiss land lassie light lips live look maiden Mary MAUD MULLER merry morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale raven river river Lee ROBERT HERRICK rose round sailor Shandon shine sighs silent sing SIR PATRICK SPENS sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars Summer sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought tree Twas wander weary weel weep wild Willie wind YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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Página 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 243 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Página 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Página 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Página 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 89 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Página 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Página 302 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Página 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Página 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.