Echoes of Life Or, Beautiful Gems of Poetry and Song: A Choice Collection of Poetry and Prose Comprising Poems of Life, Home and the Fireside, Friendship, Love and Matrimony, Sentiment and Reflection, Parting and Absence, Sorrow and Death, Religion, the Sea, Descriptive, Adventure and Rural Sport, Patriotism and Freedom, Peace and War, Labor, Temperance, Humorous, of Fancy, Personal, Sketches of Great WritersGrace Townsend L. P. Miller, 1891 - 556 sider |
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... turned me to my table , Where a tempting goblet stood , With a dainty drink brimmed over , Sent me by a neighbor good . But the kitten , there before me , With his white paw , nothing loth Sat , by way of entertainment Slapping off the ...
... turned me to my table , Where a tempting goblet stood , With a dainty drink brimmed over , Sent me by a neighbor good . But the kitten , there before me , With his white paw , nothing loth Sat , by way of entertainment Slapping off the ...
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... turned on me ; Like the bears in Scripture , they'd rend me there . The while they worshiped with bended knee The ruthless wretch with the missing hair , For he rules them all with relentless hand , This bald - headed tyrant from No ...
... turned on me ; Like the bears in Scripture , they'd rend me there . The while they worshiped with bended knee The ruthless wretch with the missing hair , For he rules them all with relentless hand , This bald - headed tyrant from No ...
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... turned - up pantaloons And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lips redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face , Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace- From my heart I give thee joy ; I was once a ...
... turned - up pantaloons And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lips redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face , Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace- From my heart I give thee joy ; I was once a ...
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... turning To scenes where they used to stay . -Lydia M. Child . IF F he's capricious she'll be so ; But if his duties constant are , She lets her loving favor glow As steady as a tropic star . Appears there naught for which to weep , She ...
... turning To scenes where they used to stay . -Lydia M. Child . IF F he's capricious she'll be so ; But if his duties constant are , She lets her loving favor glow As steady as a tropic star . Appears there naught for which to weep , She ...
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... Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound . Last scene of all That ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion , Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans everything ...
... Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound . Last scene of all That ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion , Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans everything ...
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Alfred Tennyson angels auld lang syne beauty bells beneath bird bless bloom bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek child cloud cold dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair father feet flowers golden gone grace grave gray hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill hope hour John Greenleaf Whittier kiss life's light lips live look Lord Lord Byron morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley prayer rest ring Robert Burns rose round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thomas Moore thought toil tree Twas voice wave weary weep wild William Cullen Bryant wind words young youth
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Side 279 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Side 287 - At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,...
Side 266 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 164 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Side 410 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Side 410 - 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. Few and short were the prayers...
Side 404 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Side 284 - And gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Go...
Side 301 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Side 438 - Dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by.