Famous Single and Fugitive PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1890 - 364 páginas |
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... , THE David Gray GOOD ALE , John Still GRONGAR HILL , John Dyer GROVES OF BLARNEY , THE Richard A. Millikin . HAPPY LAND , THE HEALTH , A • Andrew Young Edward C. Pinkney . MORTALITY , MY AIN COUNTREE , MY DEAR AND ONLY vi CONTENTS .
... , THE David Gray GOOD ALE , John Still GRONGAR HILL , John Dyer GROVES OF BLARNEY , THE Richard A. Millikin . HAPPY LAND , THE HEALTH , A • Andrew Young Edward C. Pinkney . MORTALITY , MY AIN COUNTREE , MY DEAR AND ONLY vi CONTENTS .
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... land or for the sea : Lasting evermore . Winter's cold or summer's heat , Autumn's tempests on it beat ; It can never know defeat , Never can rebel ; Such the love that I would gain , Such the love , I tell thee plain , Thou must give ...
... land or for the sea : Lasting evermore . Winter's cold or summer's heat , Autumn's tempests on it beat ; It can never know defeat , Never can rebel ; Such the love that I would gain , Such the love , I tell thee plain , Thou must give ...
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... lands now waits a better time , Producing subjects worthy fame ; In happy climes , where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue , The force of art by nature seems outdone , And fancied beauties by the true ; In happy ...
... lands now waits a better time , Producing subjects worthy fame ; In happy climes , where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue , The force of art by nature seems outdone , And fancied beauties by the true ; In happy ...
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... land That's half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And lives in our alley . Her father he makes cabbage - nets , And through the streets does cry them ; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy them ...
... land That's half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And lives in our alley . Her father he makes cabbage - nets , And through the streets does cry them ; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy them ...
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... her tale ; — Come , with all thy various dues , Come and aid thy sister Muse ; Now , while Phoebus riding high , Gives lustre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my song , Draw the landscape bright 46 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS .
... her tale ; — Come , with all thy various dues , Come and aid thy sister Muse ; Now , while Phoebus riding high , Gives lustre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my song , Draw the landscape bright 46 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS .
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Famous Single and Fugitive Poems Rossiter 1840- [From Old Catal Johnson Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Famous Single and Fugitive Poems: Collected and Edited (Classic Reprint) Rossiter Johnson Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED DOMETT Ann Hathaway annuity Balaklava beauty Bengalese bless blood blow blue bonnie brave breast breath bright brow busk Carcassonne cheek cold Cumnor dark dead dear death deep died Doneraile doth dreams E'en earth eyes fair father fear flowers gleam glory goes-and grave Gray green Grongar Hill hand hath head hear heard heart heaven ivy green Jamie King kiss klappa lady land light lips live lonely look Maryland mitherless bairn morn mortal mother never night o'er old oaken bucket pale plain poem poor rest ring river river Lee rose round Shandon shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou thought Tiger Tiger's tail to-night Visit from St voice wave weary weel weep wild wind wonder Yarrow
Pasajes populares
Página 98 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave...
Página 80 - No : — men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude, — Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; 3 And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Página 93 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Página 270 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 286 - Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done. In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won: — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day: — Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray.
Página 244 - Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Página 109 - HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew...
Página 97 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Página 191 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ! No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few; On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread. And glory guards, with solemn round. The bivouac of the dead.
Página 143 - With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee ; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.