The Songs and Ballads of G. P. MorrisCady & Burgess, 1852 - 110 páginas |
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bark beam beauty beloved Bessy Bell bird bless bloom boatman bough bower boys boys!-oho breathed a prayer breeze bride bright brow carrier-dove cheer Cheerly crisp the sea dearest earth eddying river ELLEN eyes fade fair fair isle flowers flowing fond forget French leave gentle glide glow green grove hast heart heaven heigh-ho hilli hilli ho hills honour and obey lady land leaves life's light love thee Love's lover Margaretta memory MIDNIGHT BELL mingle miss thee moon ne'er never New-York night Nymphs O'er the mountains open thy lattice Palestine pass'd pine-tree Pocahontas Powhattan Queen red-men roam round sad and weary Sally seeds of death shade skies smiled the summer song soul southern maid sparkling spirit star stream summer of love sweet tears tears of grief thine thou thrill tree true Twas weary lot Westward-ho whip-poor-will wings woman's woodland
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Página xiv - I'll protect it now. Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties; Oh, spare that aged oak Now towering to the skies!
Página 37 - THIS Book is all that's left me now! — Tears will unbidden start — With faltering lip and throbbing brow I press it to my heart.
Página 37 - Ah ! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear ; Who round the hearthstone used to close, After the evening prayer, And speak of what these pages said In tones my heart would thrill ! Though they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still ! My father read this holy book To brothers, sisters, dear...
Página 17 - When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand! My heart-strings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend! Here shall the wild-bird sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree! the storm still brave! And, woodman, leave the spot; While I've a hand to save, Thy ax shall harm it not!
Página 26 - We gazed, but not a man could speak! With horror all aghast, In groups, with pallid brow and cheek, We watched the quivering mast. The atmosphere grew thick and hot, And of a lurid hue, As, riveted unto the spot, Stood officers and crew. The father came on deck. He gasped "O God, thy will be done!
Página 35 - Where Hudson's wave o'er silvery sands Winds through the hills afar, Old Cro'-nest like a monarch stands, Crowned with a single star. And there, amid the billowy swells Of rock-ribbed, cloud-capped earth, 275 My fair and gentle Ida dwells, A nymph of mountain birth.
Página 26 - We gazed, but not a man could speak, With horror all aghast — In groups, with pallid brow and cheek, We watched the quivering mast. The atmosphere grew thick and hot, And of a lurid hue ; — As...
Página 95 - The shades of evening closed around The boundless prairies of the west, As, grouped in sadness on the ground, A band of pilgrims leaned to rest. Upon the tangled weeds were laid The mother and her youngest born, Who slept, while others watch'd and pray'd, And thus the weary night went on.
Página 23 - When gushing notes from song-birds' throats, [ love the night — the glorious night ! When hearts beat warm and true ; But far above the night I love, I love, I love, love — you ! THE MINIATURE.
Página 103 - My native land ! I turn to you, With blessing and with prayer, Where man is brave and woman true And free as mountain air. Long may our flag in triumph wave, Against the world combined, And friends a welcome — foes a grave, Within our borders find.