Single Famous PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1877 - 285 էջ |
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... weeping verse From thy grieved friend , whom thou might'st see Quite melted into tears for thee . Dear loss ! since thy untimely fate , My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee ; thou art the book , The library whereon I look ...
... weeping verse From thy grieved friend , whom thou might'st see Quite melted into tears for thee . Dear loss ! since thy untimely fate , My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee ; thou art the book , The library whereon I look ...
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... , Thy heart to ruine come , I'll sound no trumpet as I wont , Nor march by tuck of drum ; But hold my arms , like ensigns , up , Thy falsehood to deplore , And bitterly will sigh and weep , And never love MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE . 29.
... , Thy heart to ruine come , I'll sound no trumpet as I wont , Nor march by tuck of drum ; But hold my arms , like ensigns , up , Thy falsehood to deplore , And bitterly will sigh and weep , And never love MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE . 29.
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Rossiter Johnson. And bitterly will sigh and weep , And never love thee more . I'll do with thee as Nero did When Rome was set on fire , Not only all relief forbid , But to a hill retire , And scorn to shed a tear to see Thy spirit grown ...
Rossiter Johnson. And bitterly will sigh and weep , And never love thee more . I'll do with thee as Nero did When Rome was set on fire , Not only all relief forbid , But to a hill retire , And scorn to shed a tear to see Thy spirit grown ...
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... tears . In the burning summer thou Warblest on the verdant bough , Meditating cheerful play , Mindless of the piercing ray ; Scorched in Cupid's fervors , I Ever weep and ever die . Proud to gratify thy will , Ready Nature waits thee ...
... tears . In the burning summer thou Warblest on the verdant bough , Meditating cheerful play , Mindless of the piercing ray ; Scorched in Cupid's fervors , I Ever weep and ever die . Proud to gratify thy will , Ready Nature waits thee ...
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... Weep not , weep not , my bonnie , bonnie bride , Weep not , weep not , my winsome marrow ! Nor let thy heart lament to leave Pu'ing the birks on the braes of Yarrow . " " Why does she weep , thy bonnie , bonnie bride ? Why does she weep ...
... Weep not , weep not , my bonnie , bonnie bride , Weep not , weep not , my winsome marrow ! Nor let thy heart lament to leave Pu'ing the birks on the braes of Yarrow . " " Why does she weep , thy bonnie , bonnie bride ? Why does she weep ...
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Էջ 99 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view.
Էջ 197 - THE muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Էջ 115 - HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew...
Էջ 138 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
Էջ 10 - FAIR stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Kaux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Էջ 199 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Էջ 83 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...
Էջ 103 - 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 rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Էջ 56 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name...
Էջ 250 - Perchance the bald old eagle. On gray Beth-peor's height, Out of his rocky eyrie, Looked on the wondrous sight. Perchance the lion stalking Still shuns the hallowed spot; For beast and bird have seen and heard That which man knoweth not, But when the warrior dieth.