Poems by James T. Fields.W. D. Ticknor, 1849 - 112 էջ |
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Էջ 10
... round ? Should Mr. Speaker ask you out to dine , Will you accept , or how would you decline ? In case a comet should our earth impale , Have you the proper tongs to seize his tail ? For early answers we would make request , Weigh well ...
... round ? Should Mr. Speaker ask you out to dine , Will you accept , or how would you decline ? In case a comet should our earth impale , Have you the proper tongs to seize his tail ? For early answers we would make request , Weigh well ...
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... the deep , Make music round her prow ! Good sea - room in the roaring gale , Let stormy trumpets blow ; But chain ten thousand fathoms down The sluggish calm below ! ON A BOOK OF SEA - MOSSES , SENT TO 30 FAIR WIND .
... the deep , Make music round her prow ! Good sea - room in the roaring gale , Let stormy trumpets blow ; But chain ten thousand fathoms down The sluggish calm below ! ON A BOOK OF SEA - MOSSES , SENT TO 30 FAIR WIND .
Էջ 39
... round ; When hoofs keep time to music's chime , As merrily on we bound . On a winter's night , when hearts are light , And health is on the wind , We loose the rein and sweep the plain , And leave our cares behind . With a laugh and ...
... round ; When hoofs keep time to music's chime , As merrily on we bound . On a winter's night , when hearts are light , And health is on the wind , We loose the rein and sweep the plain , And leave our cares behind . With a laugh and ...
Էջ 56
... round , Yon path - side rose , that down the vale Breathes incense from the ground , Methinks should from the dullest clod Invite a thankful heart to God . But , Lord , the violet , bending low , Seems better moved to praise ; From us ...
... round , Yon path - side rose , that down the vale Breathes incense from the ground , Methinks should from the dullest clod Invite a thankful heart to God . But , Lord , the violet , bending low , Seems better moved to praise ; From us ...
Էջ 58
... round its strings There's many a magic spell : Leave that untouched , — the strain it brings This heart remembers well . Let that remain ! — all else beside Go scatter to the wind ! The chords that won my home a bride No other home ...
... round its strings There's many a magic spell : Leave that untouched , — the strain it brings This heart remembers well . Let that remain ! — all else beside Go scatter to the wind ! The chords that won my home a bride No other home ...
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ALARMED SKIPPER BALLAD beam beauty BENEATH THE WAVES bless BOSTON boyhood's brave breath breeze BRIDAL MELODY bride bright broken sword brow chancel CHILD AT SEA CHILDREN IN EXILE COMMERCE COMMON SENSE crowd Dead deck DIRGE door Ehrenbreitstein face FAIR WIND fame Farewell field too late float foam forget friends gale GERMAN EMIGRANT'S CHILD glide glorious glory glowing grave hand Hangs hath heart hour John Smith land leap life's linger look lyre MALIGNANT CRITIC Marshfield MERCANTILE LIBRARY ASSOCIATION morn Nantucket ne'er NIAGARA NOTE o'er ocean PAIR OF ANTLERS POEMS portals POST OF HONOR prayer requiem Rhine rill roam roar rock round sails sainted sister SAMUEL LOVER shine ships shopman shroud skies sleep smiles sound sparkling stars stood storm sweet music tears TEMPEST thine thou thy waters play tide to-night tomb traffic's trumpet Urania vale Venice VILLAGER'S WINTER-EVENING SONG Weep wend wigwam WILLIAM D young youth
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Էջ 5 - That reason, passion, answer one great aim ; That true self-love and social are the same ; That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is — ourselves to know.
Էջ 33 - WE were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, — It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. 'Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, "Cut away the mast!
Էջ 80 - York their schooners ran. They greased the lead before it fell, And then, by sounding through the night, Knowing the soil that stuck, so well, They always guessed their reckoning right. A skipper gray, whose eyes were dim, Could tell, by tasting, just the spot, And so below he'd "dowse the glim" — After, of course, his "something hot." Snug in his berth, at eight o'clock, This ancient skipper might be found; No matter how his craft would rock, He slept — for skippers
Էջ 25 - In the same pious confidence, beside her friend and sister, here sleep the remains of Dorothy Gray, widow, the careful, tender mother of many children, one of whom alone had the misfortune to survive her.
Էջ 81 - We're all a set of stupid fools, To think the skipper knows, by tasting, What ground he's on ; Nantucket schools Don't teach such stuff, with all their basting ! " And so he took the well-greased lead, And rubbed it o'er a box of earth That stood on deck,— a parsnip bed, And then he sought the skipper's berth. " Where are we now, sir ? Please to taste...
Էջ 39 - O SWIFT we go, o'er the fleecy snow, When moonbeams sparkle round ; When hoofs keep time to music's chime, As merrily on we bound. On a winter's night, when hearts are light, And health is on the wind, We loose the rein and sweep the plain, And leave our cares behind.
Էջ 34 - the captain shouted As he staggered down the stairs. But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand : " Isn't God upon the ocean Just the same as on the land...
Էջ 98 - In tropic brightness gleam ; Where'er the sea-bird wets her beak ; Or blows the stormy gale ; On to the water's farthest verge Our ships majestic sail. They dip their keels in every stream That swells beneath the sky ; And where old ocean's billows roll, Their lofty...
Էջ 50 - Still the same, no charm forgot, — Nothing lost that Time had given." not the Dead, who have loved, who have left us, "*" Who bend o'er us now, from their bright homes above ; But believe — never doubt — that the God who bereft us Permits them to mingle with friends they still love.
Էջ 40 - ... merrily on we bound. On a winter's night, when hearts are light, And health is on the wind, We loose the rein and sweep the plain, And leave our cares behind. With a laugh and song, we glide along Across the fleeting snow ; With friends beside, how swift we ride On the beautiful track below ! O!