Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... they might And bring them back to hearsen again . The first Steld in his hand youth with soul of fire , golden lyre Through greved he d by streams Playing the music of dre and Glenny W. Longfellow CONTENTS . PAGE THE RIVER TIME . O ! a.
... they might And bring them back to hearsen again . The first Steld in his hand youth with soul of fire , golden lyre Through greved he d by streams Playing the music of dre and Glenny W. Longfellow CONTENTS . PAGE THE RIVER TIME . O ! a.
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... hands upon the breast , GULF - WEED ... FENNER 342 A weary weed , tossed to and fro , EXHORTATION TO PRAYER MERCER 343 Not on a prayerless bed , not on a prayerless bed THE GOOD GREAT MAN .. COLERIDGE 345 How seldom , friend , a good ...
... hands upon the breast , GULF - WEED ... FENNER 342 A weary weed , tossed to and fro , EXHORTATION TO PRAYER MERCER 343 Not on a prayerless bed , not on a prayerless bed THE GOOD GREAT MAN .. COLERIDGE 345 How seldom , friend , a good ...
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... array Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours Within my hand ; and then , elate and gay , I hastened to the spot whence I had come , That I might there present it - O ! to whom ? " PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . * 1 Folk - Songs . 1 To Charm ...
... array Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours Within my hand ; and then , elate and gay , I hastened to the spot whence I had come , That I might there present it - O ! to whom ? " PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . * 1 Folk - Songs . 1 To Charm ...
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... hand a golden lyre ; Through groves he wandered , and by streams , Playing the music of our dreams . The second , with a bearded face , Stood singing in the market - place , And stirred , with accents deep and loud , The hearts of all ...
... hand a golden lyre ; Through groves he wandered , and by streams , Playing the music of our dreams . The second , with a bearded face , Stood singing in the market - place , And stirred , with accents deep and loud , The hearts of all ...
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... hands like a dead man's hand , And the eyes of a dead man's head . There's nothing but cinders and sand ; The rat and the mouse have fed , And the summer's empty and cold ; Over valley and wold , Wherever I turn my head , TOMMY'S DEAD ...
... hands like a dead man's hand , And the eyes of a dead man's head . There's nothing but cinders and sand ; The rat and the mouse have fed , And the summer's empty and cold ; Over valley and wold , Wherever I turn my head , TOMMY'S DEAD ...
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168 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
60 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
308 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.