The Book of American Songs: With Notes, Biographical and HistoricalHoward Paul Ward and Lock, 1857 - 128 pages |
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... rising tide shall beat , All trace will vanish from the sand ; Yet , as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race , On that lone shore loud moans the sea- But none , alas ! shall mourn for me ! " TRUST IN THEE . " C. FENNO ...
... rising tide shall beat , All trace will vanish from the sand ; Yet , as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race , On that lone shore loud moans the sea- But none , alas ! shall mourn for me ! " TRUST IN THEE . " C. FENNO ...
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... dwells in thee Begets in me as well A spiritual harmony , A mild and blessed spell ; Far , far above earth's atmosphere I rise , whene'er thy voice I hear . THY SMILES . SHE LOVES , BUT ' TIS NOT 14 BOOK OF AMERICAN SONGS .
... dwells in thee Begets in me as well A spiritual harmony , A mild and blessed spell ; Far , far above earth's atmosphere I rise , whene'er thy voice I hear . THY SMILES . SHE LOVES , BUT ' TIS NOT 14 BOOK OF AMERICAN SONGS .
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... rise Thoughts gay and gentle from a breast , Which is of innocence the nest- Which , though each joy from it were shred , By truth would still be tenanted . See , from those sweet windows peeping , Emotions tender , bright , and pure ...
... rise Thoughts gay and gentle from a breast , Which is of innocence the nest- Which , though each joy from it were shred , By truth would still be tenanted . See , from those sweet windows peeping , Emotions tender , bright , and pure ...
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... rise to cheer me , From the ground . And the lone bird comes - I hear it , In the tall and windy pine , Pour the sadness of its spirit Into mine ; THE RECONCILIATION . There it swings and sings above me 20 BOOK OF AMERICAN SONGS .
... rise to cheer me , From the ground . And the lone bird comes - I hear it , In the tall and windy pine , Pour the sadness of its spirit Into mine ; THE RECONCILIATION . There it swings and sings above me 20 BOOK OF AMERICAN SONGS .
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... rise . I am true to you ever ; my feelings still flow Like a full river's waves to the sea ; Though the rude wind may ruffle its surface , below Its tides set for ever to thee . You smile , and love's stars beam again from our sky , The ...
... rise . I am true to you ever ; my feelings still flow Like a full river's waves to the sea ; Though the rude wind may ruffle its surface , below Its tides set for ever to thee . You smile , and love's stars beam again from our sky , The ...
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Page 54 - Woodman, spare that tree, Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now: 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And would'st thou hack it down?
Page 63 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Page 66 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave 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, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 91 - ... Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Page 66 - 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 91 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 13 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is frail — its...
Page 65 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Page 63 - 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.
Page 66 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto :