Single Famous PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1877 - 285 pages |
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... hand , Or like the writing on the sand , Or like a thought , or like a dream , Or like the gliding of a stream ; Even such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death . The bubble ' s out , the look ' s forgot ...
... hand , Or like the writing on the sand , Or like a thought , or like a dream , Or like the gliding of a stream ; Even such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death . The bubble ' s out , the look ' s forgot ...
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... hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old ! I love no roast but a nut - brown toast , And a crab laid in the fire ; A little bread shall do me stead- Much bread I not desire . No frost or snow ...
... hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old ! I love no roast but a nut - brown toast , And a crab laid in the fire ; A little bread shall do me stead- Much bread I not desire . No frost or snow ...
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... hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old ! JOHN STILL . Exequy . ACCEPT , thou shrine of my dead saint , Instead of dirges , this complaint ; And for sweet flowers to crown thy hearse Receive ...
... hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old ! JOHN STILL . Exequy . ACCEPT , thou shrine of my dead saint , Instead of dirges , this complaint ; And for sweet flowers to crown thy hearse Receive ...
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... hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade . Some men with swords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at ...
... hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade . Some men with swords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at ...
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... hand Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves , With characters and figures dire inscrib'd , Grievous to mortal eyes ... hands the gods , With force incredible , and magic charms , First have endued : if he his ample palm Should haply on ...
... hand Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves , With characters and figures dire inscrib'd , Grievous to mortal eyes ... hands the gods , With force incredible , and magic charms , First have endued : if he his ample palm Should haply on ...
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annuity arms Balaklava beauty beneath Bengalese bless blood blow bonnie braes of Yarrow brave breast breath bride bright brow busk Busk ye cheek cold cries crown Cumnor dark dead dear death Doneraile doth dreams E'en earth evermore eyes fear flowers gentle glass gleam glory goes-and grave gray green Grongar Hill hand hath head hear heard heart heaven ivy green Jamie jolly old lady land light live lonely look love thee Malone Maryland maun morn mother never night o'er old oaken bucket pale peace poor pride rest RICHARD ALFRED MILLIKEN river Lee rose round Shandon shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell There's thine thou thought Tiger Tiger's tail Vicar of Bray voice wave weary weel ween weep wild wind wonder
Popular passages
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.