Illustrated Library of Favorite Song: Based Upon Folk-songs, and Comprising Songs of the Heart, Songs of Home, Songs of Life, and Songs of NatureScribner, Armstrong,, 1872 - 720 էջ |
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... Nature Josiah Gilbert Holland. : THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . " If Heav'n a draught. " Tis when a youthful , loving , modest pair , In others arms breath out the tender tale . The priest - like father reads the sacred page .
... Nature Josiah Gilbert Holland. : THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . " If Heav'n a draught. " Tis when a youthful , loving , modest pair , In others arms breath out the tender tale . The priest - like father reads the sacred page .
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... breath of kings , " An honest man's the noblest work of God : And certes , in fair Virtue's heav'nly road , The cottage leaves the palace far behind ; What is a lordling's pomp ? a cumbrous load , Disguising oft the wretch of human kind ...
... breath of kings , " An honest man's the noblest work of God : And certes , in fair Virtue's heav'nly road , The cottage leaves the palace far behind ; What is a lordling's pomp ? a cumbrous load , Disguising oft the wretch of human kind ...
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... breath or echoing chard hidden pang were given , If singing To every th , as sweet as Heaven , What endless melodies were poured As sad as earth , as sweet as Oliver Wendell Hormes . THE VOICELESS . A few can touch the magic string.
... breath or echoing chard hidden pang were given , If singing To every th , as sweet as Heaven , What endless melodies were poured As sad as earth , as sweet as Oliver Wendell Hormes . THE VOICELESS . A few can touch the magic string.
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... crushing presses ! If singing breath or echoing chord To every hidden pang were given , What endless melodies were poured , As sad as Earth , as sweet as Heaven ! OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES 55 PASSING THY DOOR . O ! ' TWAS the world.
... crushing presses ! If singing breath or echoing chord To every hidden pang were given , What endless melodies were poured , As sad as Earth , as sweet as Heaven ! OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES 55 PASSING THY DOOR . O ! ' TWAS the world.
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... , The little window , where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon , Nor brought too long a day ; But now , I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I REMEMBER , I REMEMBER . I remember , I.
... , The little window , where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon , Nor brought too long a day ; But now , I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I REMEMBER , I REMEMBER . I remember , I.
Common terms and phrases
ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath bird blessed blow Bobbett bonnie bosom boys breast breath bright brow cheek child CHRISTINA G cold dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fear feet flowers frae grace grave gray green grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW king kiss land lassie light lips look lover maiden Mary MAUD MULLER moon morning mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er rest RICHARD HENRY STODDARD river ROBERT HERRICK rose round sail SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shine sigh silent sing SIR PATRICK SPENS sleep smile snow SONG sorrow soul stars summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thought tide top tree Twas voice weary weel weep wild wind wings youth
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Էջ 273 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Էջ 665 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Էջ 307 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Էջ 317 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase !) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace. And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered — "The names of those who love the Lord.
Էջ 28 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Էջ 564 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Էջ 37 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Էջ 564 - O men, with sisters dear ! O men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch— stitch— stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt.
Էջ 375 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Էջ 60 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.