LyricsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... hath gotten more . For swelling waves our panting breasts , Where never storms arise , Exchange , and be awhile our guests : For stars gaze on our eyes . The compass Love shall hourly sing , And as he goes about the ring , We will not ...
... hath gotten more . For swelling waves our panting breasts , Where never storms arise , Exchange , and be awhile our guests : For stars gaze on our eyes . The compass Love shall hourly sing , And as he goes about the ring , We will not ...
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... side Two blissful twins are to be born , Youth and Joy ; so Jove hath sworn . But now my task is smoothly done , I can fly , or I can run Love's Emblems Quickly to the green earth's end , Where 28 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... side Two blissful twins are to be born , Youth and Joy ; so Jove hath sworn . But now my task is smoothly done , I can fly , or I can run Love's Emblems Quickly to the green earth's end , Where 28 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
Side 29
... all cry , " Ladies , if not pluck'd , we die . " Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd ; Blushing red and purest white Daintily to love invite Every woman , every maid : 10 1647 . Cherries kissing as they grow , And inviting 29 Love's Emblems.
... all cry , " Ladies , if not pluck'd , we die . " Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd ; Blushing red and purest white Daintily to love invite Every woman , every maid : 10 1647 . Cherries kissing as they grow , And inviting 29 Love's Emblems.
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... Hath my insect never seen ; But violets , and bilberry bells , Maple - sap , and daffodels , Grass with green flag half - mast high , Succory to match the sky , Columbine with horn of honey , Scented fern , and agrimony , Clover ...
... Hath my insect never seen ; But violets , and bilberry bells , Maple - sap , and daffodels , Grass with green flag half - mast high , Succory to match the sky , Columbine with horn of honey , Scented fern , and agrimony , Clover ...
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... hath no peer , was born Here , upon a red March morn : But his famous fathers dead Were Arabs all , and Arab bred ; And the last of that great line Trod like one of a race divine ! And yet , he was but friend to one Who fed him at the ...
... hath no peer , was born Here , upon a red March morn : But his famous fathers dead Were Arabs all , and Arab bred ; And the last of that great line Trod like one of a race divine ! And yet , he was but friend to one Who fed him at the ...
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Side 214 - 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?
Side 34 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Side 58 - That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Side 249 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Side 272 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 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.
Side 159 - I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Side 314 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Side 269 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER" I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, 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!
Side 176 - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand! The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land!
Side 256 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.