Single Famous PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1877 - 285 pages |
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... Father , hail ! " he cried , " And hail , my son , " the reverend sire replied ; Words follow'd words , from question answer flow'd , And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road ; Till each with other pleas'd , and loath to part , While ...
... Father , hail ! " he cried , " And hail , my son , " the reverend sire replied ; Words follow'd words , from question answer flow'd , And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road ; Till each with other pleas'd , and loath to part , While ...
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... father's eyes , He bursts the bands of fear , and madly cries , " Detested wretch ! " - But scarce his speech began , When the strange partner seem'd no longer man : His youthful face grew more serenely sweet ; His robe turn'd white ...
... father's eyes , He bursts the bands of fear , and madly cries , " Detested wretch ! " - But scarce his speech began , When the strange partner seem'd no longer man : His youthful face grew more serenely sweet ; His robe turn'd white ...
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... father , took the son . To all but thee , in fits he seem'd to go , ( And ' t was my ministry to deal the blow , ) The poor fond parent , humbled in the dust , Now owns in tears the punishment was just . " But now had all his fortune ...
... father , took the son . To all but thee , in fits he seem'd to go , ( And ' t was my ministry to deal the blow , ) The poor fond parent , humbled in the dust , Now owns in tears the punishment was just . " But now had all his fortune ...
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... father he makes cabbage - nets , And through the streets does cry them ; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy them : But sure such folk can have no part In such a girl as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And ...
... father he makes cabbage - nets , And through the streets does cry them ; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy them : But sure such folk can have no part In such a girl as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And ...
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... can my barbarous , barbarous father do , But with his cruel rage pursue me ? My lover's blood is on thy spear— How canst thou , barbarous man , then woo me ? " My happy sisters may be , may be proud 54 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS .
... can my barbarous , barbarous father do , But with his cruel rage pursue me ? My lover's blood is on thy spear— How canst thou , barbarous man , then woo me ? " My happy sisters may be , may be proud 54 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS .
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Page 99 - 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 197 - 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 115 - 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 138 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
Page 10 - FAIR stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Kaux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Page 199 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Page 83 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...
Page 103 - 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 rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Page 56 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name...
Page 250 - Perchance the bald old eagle. On gray Beth-peor's height, Out of his rocky eyrie, Looked on the wondrous sight. Perchance the lion stalking Still shuns the hallowed spot; For beast and bird have seen and heard That which man knoweth not, But when the warrior dieth.