Single Famous PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1877 - 285 pages |
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... 131 John Lowe • . 89 195 THE • NEARER , MY God , to Thee , NIGHT , NOTHING TO WEAR , Anonymous Sarah F. Adams Joseph Blanco White William Allen Butler 218 . 199 99 . 207 OLD CANOE , THE OLD GRIMES , Anonymous 247 Albert CONTENTS . ix.
... 131 John Lowe • . 89 195 THE • NEARER , MY God , to Thee , NIGHT , NOTHING TO WEAR , Anonymous Sarah F. Adams Joseph Blanco White William Allen Butler 218 . 199 99 . 207 OLD CANOE , THE OLD GRIMES , Anonymous 247 Albert CONTENTS . ix.
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... THEE , TALE OF A TUB , THE NEW TEARS OF SCOTLAND , THE THE DULE ' s I ' THIS BONNET o ' MINE , THE TEARS I SHED , . THREE SONS , THE THREE WARNINGS , THE TIRED MOTHERS , Anonymous 13 F. W. N. Bayley 164 Tobias Smollett . 69 Edwin Waugh ...
... THEE , TALE OF A TUB , THE NEW TEARS OF SCOTLAND , THE THE DULE ' s I ' THIS BONNET o ' MINE , THE TEARS I SHED , . THREE SONS , THE THREE WARNINGS , THE TIRED MOTHERS , Anonymous 13 F. W. N. Bayley 164 Tobias Smollett . 69 Edwin Waugh ...
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... thee , done blabbing— Although to give the lye Deserves no less than stabbing— Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soule can kill . SIR WALTER RALEIGII . Lament for Sir Philip Sidney . You knew - who knew not Astrophel ? That I ...
... thee , done blabbing— Although to give the lye Deserves no less than stabbing— Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soule can kill . SIR WALTER RALEIGII . Lament for Sir Philip Sidney . You knew - who knew not Astrophel ? That I ...
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... thee . THIS winter weather , it waxeth cold , And frost doth freese on every hill ; And Boreas blows his blastes so ... thee . " " O Bell , why dost thou flyte and scorne ? Thou kenst my cloake is very thin ; It is so bare and overworne ...
... thee . THIS winter weather , it waxeth cold , And frost doth freese on every hill ; And Boreas blows his blastes so ... thee . " " O Bell , why dost thou flyte and scorne ? Thou kenst my cloake is very thin ; It is so bare and overworne ...
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... thee . " " My cloake , it was a very good cloake— It hath been alwayes true to the weare ; But now it is not worth a groat , I have had it four - and - forty year . Sometime it was of cloth in graine ; " T is now but a sigh clout as you ...
... thee . " " My cloake , it was a very good cloake— It hath been alwayes true to the weare ; But now it is not worth a groat , I have had it four - and - forty year . Sometime it was of cloth in graine ; " T is now but a sigh clout as you ...
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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.