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... SONG , -GO , FORGET ME , Charles Wolfe 278 SONG , -IF I HAD THOUGHT , Charles Wolfe 277 · · SONG , -LOVE STILL HAS , SONG OF ROREK , SONG OF THE WESTERN MEN , SOUL'S DEFIANCE , THE SPINNING - WHEEL SONG , SPLENDID SHILLING , THE STANZAS ...
... SONG , -GO , FORGET ME , Charles Wolfe 278 SONG , -IF I HAD THOUGHT , Charles Wolfe 277 · · SONG , -LOVE STILL HAS , SONG OF ROREK , SONG OF THE WESTERN MEN , SOUL'S DEFIANCE , THE SPINNING - WHEEL SONG , SPLENDID SHILLING , THE STANZAS ...
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... Winslow Sewall 206 Charles Lever 153 William Miller 246 8 WONDERLAND , Cradock Newton 288 YE GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND Martyn Parker 26 YUKON CRADLE - SONG , A. William H. Dall 280 NOTES , INDEX OF FIRST LINES , 339 359 X CONTENTS .
... Winslow Sewall 206 Charles Lever 153 William Miller 246 8 WONDERLAND , Cradock Newton 288 YE GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND Martyn Parker 26 YUKON CRADLE - SONG , A. William H. Dall 280 NOTES , INDEX OF FIRST LINES , 339 359 X CONTENTS .
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... song That love and honor might agree , And that pure love will do no wrong . Sweet saints , it is no sin or blame To love a man of virtuous name . Did never love so sweetly breathe In any mortal breast before ; Did never muse inspire ...
... song That love and honor might agree , And that pure love will do no wrong . Sweet saints , it is no sin or blame To love a man of virtuous name . Did never love so sweetly breathe In any mortal breast before ; Did never muse inspire ...
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... song , Or like a journey three days long , Or like the snow when summer's come , Or like the pear , or like the plum ; Even such is man , who heaps up sorrow , Lives but this day , and dies to - morrow . The lightning ' s past , the ...
... song , Or like a journey three days long , Or like the snow when summer's come , Or like the pear , or like the plum ; Even such is man , who heaps up sorrow , Lives but this day , and dies to - morrow . The lightning ' s past , the ...
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... song : Love that is too hot and strong Burneth soon to waste . Still I would not have thee cold- Not too backward , nor too bold ; Love that lasteth till ' t is old Fadeth not in haste . Love me little , love me long ! Is the burden of ...
... song : Love that is too hot and strong Burneth soon to waste . Still I would not have thee cold- Not too backward , nor too bold ; Love that lasteth till ' t is old Fadeth not in haste . Love me little , love me long ! Is the burden of ...
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Page 98 - 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...
Page 80 - No : — men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude, — Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; 3 And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Page 93 - 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.
Page 270 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 286 - Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done. In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won: — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day: — Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray.
Page 244 - Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Page 109 - 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...
Page 97 - 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...
Page 191 - 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.
Page 143 - With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee ; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.