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... things ; Little matter , alas , who is right or wrong . She goes to the wall ! " She is weak , " they say : It is that that makes them strong ! But grant us weak ( as in truth we are In our love for them ) , they should make us strong ...
... things ; Little matter , alas , who is right or wrong . She goes to the wall ! " She is weak , " they say : It is that that makes them strong ! But grant us weak ( as in truth we are In our love for them ) , they should make us strong ...
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... things foolishness -- but we were first ac- quainted then , One spring the next he spoke his mind ; the third I was his wife , And in the spring ( it happened so ) our children entered life . He was but seventy - five : I did not think ...
... things foolishness -- but we were first ac- quainted then , One spring the next he spoke his mind ; the third I was his wife , And in the spring ( it happened so ) our children entered life . He was but seventy - five : I did not think ...
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... coming into leaf , the meadows full of flowers ; The neighbors met us in the lane , and every face was kind- ' Tis strange how lively every thing comes back upon my mind . I see , as plain as thee sits there , THE QUAKER WIDOW . 29.
... coming into leaf , the meadows full of flowers ; The neighbors met us in the lane , and every face was kind- ' Tis strange how lively every thing comes back upon my mind . I see , as plain as thee sits there , THE QUAKER WIDOW . 29.
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... , kindly nature we loved when she was young ; And it was brought upon my mind , remembering her , of late , That we on dress and outward things perhaps lay too much weight . I once heard Jesse Kersey say , a spirit clothed 30 HOME BALLADS .
... , kindly nature we loved when she was young ; And it was brought upon my mind , remembering her , of late , That we on dress and outward things perhaps lay too much weight . I once heard Jesse Kersey say , a spirit clothed 30 HOME BALLADS .
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... thing , in place of a heart ? He is sad sometimes , and would weep , if he could , No doubt , remembering things that were— A virtuous kennel , with plenty of food , And himself a sober , respectable cur . I'm better now ; that glass ...
... thing , in place of a heart ? He is sad sometimes , and would weep , if he could , No doubt , remembering things that were— A virtuous kennel , with plenty of food , And himself a sober , respectable cur . I'm better now ; that glass ...
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Allen Archer angels beat His rat-tat-too beautiful Annabel Lee BEN FISHER binding shoes blessed blue blushing bough brave breast bright buckwheat cheek cold Colonel's Shield corn dainty Babie Bell dark dead Dear mother door dram dreamed eyes faded fair father feet fell flowers forest-land green green ice grew hand Hannah happy hear heart heaven hill hour Jenny Jessie Carol Kate kissed laughed light lips little drummer beat look maiden Maize meadow morning never nigh night o'er old oaken bucket place like home Pompey ripest berries grow rivulet's ripples flow sail shade shadows sigh silent singing Sir John Franklin skies smile snow Softly the rivulet's song sorrow spring summer sunny sweet tear tell Tennessee thee Thou thought thread to-night tree Twas vines weary weaver ween whitest blossoms blow wife wild-wood home wind window winter WOODMAN young
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Página 32 - 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 14 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Página 33 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Página 94 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Página 14 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Página 7 - Cleave the tough greensward with the spade; Wide let its hollow bed be made; There gently lay the roots, and there Sift the dark mould with kindly care, And press it o'er them tenderly, As round the sleeping infant's feet We softly fold the cradle sheet ; So plant we the apple tree.
Página 15 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen, And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light...
Página 32 - 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. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea...
Página 7 - Buds, which the breath of summer days Shall lengthen into leafy sprays; Boughs where the thrush with crimson breast Shall haunt, and sing, and hide her nest...
Página 72 - Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough; In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy ax shall harm it not.