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... sing , We Did will the tell dear Thro ' the mer - to birds ry you nev hours 228 gain . er of sing . spring . Yes we are pussies tho ' we nev er purr , See we are dressed in soft · est fur , Children reach to 2 gather us with loving care ...
... sing , We Did will the tell dear Thro ' the mer - to birds ry you nev hours 228 gain . er of sing . spring . Yes we are pussies tho ' we nev er purr , See we are dressed in soft · est fur , Children reach to 2 gather us with loving care ...
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... sing - May and I. Come , pretty violet , Winter's away ; Come , for without you May isn't May . Down through the sunshine Wings fluttered and fly ; - Quick , little Violet , Open your eye . Hear the rain whisper , " Dear Violet , come ...
... sing - May and I. Come , pretty violet , Winter's away ; Come , for without you May isn't May . Down through the sunshine Wings fluttered and fly ; - Quick , little Violet , Open your eye . Hear the rain whisper , " Dear Violet , come ...
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... sing - May and I. Come , pretty violet , Winter's away ; Come , for without you May isn't May . Down through the sunshine Wings fluttered and fly ; — Quick , little Violet , Open your eye . Hear the rain whisper , " Dear Violet , come ...
... sing - May and I. Come , pretty violet , Winter's away ; Come , for without you May isn't May . Down through the sunshine Wings fluttered and fly ; — Quick , little Violet , Open your eye . Hear the rain whisper , " Dear Violet , come ...
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... singing , and yet what few comforts they have . They have no houses to live in , no beds to sleep in , and no breakfast and dinner provided for them . Ask children what the mother - bird begins to do as soon as she returns ? Show them ...
... singing , and yet what few comforts they have . They have no houses to live in , no beds to sleep in , and no breakfast and dinner provided for them . Ask children what the mother - bird begins to do as soon as she returns ? Show them ...
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... sing ! " To any one gloomy or sad , He says , " Be glad ; be glad ! Look on the bright side ; ' Tis aye the right side ; The world is good , not bad . " At daybreak in June we hear His melody strong and clear ; " Cheer up , be merry , I ...
... sing ! " To any one gloomy or sad , He says , " Be glad ; be glad ! Look on the bright side ; ' Tis aye the right side ; The world is good , not bad . " At daybreak in June we hear His melody strong and clear ; " Cheer up , be merry , I ...
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Página 367 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 384 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care. And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day. Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 348 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 353 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Página 382 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Página 359 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 368 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Página 364 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Página 354 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 368 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.