Single Famous PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1877 - 285 էջ |
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... WAITING , ORPHAN BOY , THE OVER THE RIVER , PAUPER'S DRIVE , THE Anonymous Albert G. Greene Forceythe Willson Park Benjamin 247 133 • 234 175 Matthias Barr 226 Anonymous 248 Amelia Opie 97 Nancy Priest Wakefield . 232 Thomas Noel 189 ...
... WAITING , ORPHAN BOY , THE OVER THE RIVER , PAUPER'S DRIVE , THE Anonymous Albert G. Greene Forceythe Willson Park Benjamin 247 133 • 234 175 Matthias Barr 226 Anonymous 248 Amelia Opie 97 Nancy Priest Wakefield . 232 Thomas Noel 189 ...
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... waiting the wayward breeze , - When I marked the peasant faintly reel With the toil which he daily bore , As he feebly turned the tardy wheel , Or tugged at the weary oar , — When I measured the panting courser's speed , The flight of ...
... waiting the wayward breeze , - When I marked the peasant faintly reel With the toil which he daily bore , As he feebly turned the tardy wheel , Or tugged at the weary oar , — When I measured the panting courser's speed , The flight of ...
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... , - There were angels waiting for him , I know ; He was sure of happiness , living or dead , This jolly old pedagogue , long ago . GEORGE ARNOLD . Ode on the Centenary of Burns . WE hail this 228 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS .
... , - There were angels waiting for him , I know ; He was sure of happiness , living or dead , This jolly old pedagogue , long ago . GEORGE ARNOLD . Ode on the Centenary of Burns . WE hail this 228 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS .
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... waiting for me . For none return from those quiet shores , Who cross with the boatman cold and pale ; We hear the dip of the golden oars , And catch a gleam of the snowy sail ; And lo ! they have passed from our yearning heart , They ...
... waiting for me . For none return from those quiet shores , Who cross with the boatman cold and pale ; We hear the dip of the golden oars , And catch a gleam of the snowy sail ; And lo ! they have passed from our yearning heart , They ...
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... Waiting . A very old man in an alms - house was asked what he was doing now . He replied , " Only waiting . " ONLY waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown ; Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown ; Till ...
... Waiting . A very old man in an alms - house was asked what he was doing now . He replied , " Only waiting . " ONLY waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown ; Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown ; Till ...
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Էջ 104 - 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...
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 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 104 - 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, now conceals, now discloses?
Էջ 250 - By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.
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 120 - Afar in the desert I love to ride, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side...