The Book of American Songs: With Notes, Biographical and HistoricalHoward Paul Ward and Lock, 1857 - 128 páginas |
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... o'er waves to roam , Or wander on a foreign strand , Will sigh whene'er he thinks of home , And better love his native land , So I , though lured a time away , Like bees by varied sweets to rove , Return , like bees , by close of day ...
... o'er waves to roam , Or wander on a foreign strand , Will sigh whene'er he thinks of home , And better love his native land , So I , though lured a time away , Like bees by varied sweets to rove , Return , like bees , by close of day ...
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... o'er the wave , e'er she hardened to stone ? He skims the blue tide in his birchen canoe , Where the foe in the moonbeams his path may descry ; The ball to its scope may speed rapid and true , And lost in the wave be thy father's death ...
... o'er the wave , e'er she hardened to stone ? He skims the blue tide in his birchen canoe , Where the foe in the moonbeams his path may descry ; The ball to its scope may speed rapid and true , And lost in the wave be thy father's death ...
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... O'er flower and stream is wandering free , And sent in music from the grove , I think of thee - I think of thee . I think of thee , when , soft and wide , The evening spreads her robes of light , And , like a young and timid bride ...
... O'er flower and stream is wandering free , And sent in music from the grove , I think of thee - I think of thee . I think of thee , when , soft and wide , The evening spreads her robes of light , And , like a young and timid bride ...
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... O'er this , thine early tomb ; Such cannot cheer the place of death , But only mock its gloom . Here odorous smoke and breathing flower No grateful influence shed ; They lose their perfume and their power , When offer'd to the dead ...
... O'er this , thine early tomb ; Such cannot cheer the place of death , But only mock its gloom . Here odorous smoke and breathing flower No grateful influence shed ; They lose their perfume and their power , When offer'd to the dead ...
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... o'er From thy deep spirit's inmost core ! III . The melody that dwells in thee Begets in me as well A spiritual harmony , A mild and blessed spell ; Far , far above earth's atmosphere I rise , whene'er thy voice I hear . THY SMILES ...
... o'er From thy deep spirit's inmost core ! III . The melody that dwells in thee Begets in me as well A spiritual harmony , A mild and blessed spell ; Far , far above earth's atmosphere I rise , whene'er thy voice I hear . THY SMILES ...
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banner beam beauty Ben Bolt bend beneath billow bird bless bloom blue boys breast breath breeze bright Brooks brow charm clouds dark dear deep dream earth Excelsior fair father Fcap FENNO HOFFMAN fill high flag fond forget gale gentle gleam glowing golden ear hand happy hath heart heaven hope JOSEPH HOPKINSON land leave life's light lips look lyre mariners melody moon of flowers mother Music myrtle and steel neath never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket OSGOOD PARK BENJAMIN PILGRIM ROBERT SOUTHEY ROSALIE CLARE rose round sea-bird SEAMAN'S BETHEL Shirley Brooks shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit star star-spangled banner storm stream summer sung sweet tears thee thine eye thou thought Valentine Vox voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON wave wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wing woodman words yellow corn
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Página 54 - 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 axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And would'st thou hack it down?
Página 63 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Página 66 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Página 91 - ... Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Página 66 - 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 91 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Página 13 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is frail — its...
Página 65 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Página 63 - 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 66 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto :