Famous Single and Fugitive PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1890 - 364 páginas |
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... sing , and write , and say . When he descended down the mount His personage seemed most divine ; A thousand graces one might count Upon his lovely , cheerful eyne . To hear him speak , and see him smile , You were in Paradise the while ...
... sing , and write , and say . When he descended down the mount His personage seemed most divine ; A thousand graces one might count Upon his lovely , cheerful eyne . To hear him speak , and see him smile , You were in Paradise the while ...
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... singing of a swan ; Even such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death . The grass withers , the tale is ended , The bird is flown , the dew ' s ascended , The hour is short , the span not long , The swan ...
... singing of a swan ; Even such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death . The grass withers , the tale is ended , The bird is flown , the dew ' s ascended , The hour is short , the span not long , The swan ...
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... sing a song : There , see a blackbird feed her young , Or a laverock build her nest ; Here , give my weary spirits rest , And raise my low - pitched thoughts above Earth , or what poor mortals love . Thus , free from lawsuits , and the ...
... sing a song : There , see a blackbird feed her young , Or a laverock build her nest ; Here , give my weary spirits rest , And raise my low - pitched thoughts above Earth , or what poor mortals love . Thus , free from lawsuits , and the ...
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... sing and laugh at thy neglect , And never love thee more . But if thou wilt be constant then , And faithful of thy word , I'll make thee glorious by my pen , And famous by my sword . I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard ...
... sing and laugh at thy neglect , And never love thee more . But if thou wilt be constant then , And faithful of thy word , I'll make thee glorious by my pen , And famous by my sword . I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard ...
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... sing , until I die , I'll never love thee more . Yet , for the love I bare thee once , Lest that thy name should die , A monument of marble - stone The truth shall testifie ; That every pilgrim passing by May pity and deplore My case ...
... sing , until I die , I'll never love thee more . Yet , for the love I bare thee once , Lest that thy name should die , A monument of marble - stone The truth shall testifie ; That every pilgrim passing by May pity and deplore My case ...
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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.