The Emigrant: And Other PoemsRollo & Adam, 1861 - 236 páginas |
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... . Then the wolves their visits paid us , Nightly came to serenade us ; In the middle of the night , I have started with affright , For there were around my dwelling , More than fifty demons yelling ; I could plainly hear THE LOG CABIN . 55.
... . Then the wolves their visits paid us , Nightly came to serenade us ; In the middle of the night , I have started with affright , For there were around my dwelling , More than fifty demons yelling ; I could plainly hear THE LOG CABIN . 55.
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... night- Thy cheek the dusk of dawn ; And thy dark eye a world of light- My pretty bounding fawn ! I'll deck thy hair with jewels rare— Thy neck with rich brocade ; And in my heart of hearts I'll wear My pretty Indian Maid ! Then come ...
... night- Thy cheek the dusk of dawn ; And thy dark eye a world of light- My pretty bounding fawn ! I'll deck thy hair with jewels rare— Thy neck with rich brocade ; And in my heart of hearts I'll wear My pretty Indian Maid ! Then come ...
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... God's will , There was one affliction still , That was wanting to fill up , To the brim thy bitter cup ; And it came in loss of sight , Leaving thee in endless night , Helpless on a foreign shore , Ne'er to see " 80 THE EMIGRANT .
... God's will , There was one affliction still , That was wanting to fill up , To the brim thy bitter cup ; And it came in loss of sight , Leaving thee in endless night , Helpless on a foreign shore , Ne'er to see " 80 THE EMIGRANT .
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... his face , And the night draws on apace ; Shadows gather in the west , Beast and bird are gone to rest , With to - morrow we'll not fail , To resume our humble tale . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS , SONGS , & c . GOD . DONALD BAN . 89.
... his face , And the night draws on apace ; Shadows gather in the west , Beast and bird are gone to rest , With to - morrow we'll not fail , To resume our humble tale . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS , SONGS , & c . GOD . DONALD BAN . 89.
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... night of blood and tears , The sorrows of a thousand years , Cry on with Garibaldi ! The shades that hover round your fanes , The blood of heroes in your veins , Keep shouting , Rise and break your chains , And on with Garibaldi ! And ...
... night of blood and tears , The sorrows of a thousand years , Cry on with Garibaldi ! The shades that hover round your fanes , The blood of heroes in your veins , Keep shouting , Rise and break your chains , And on with Garibaldi ! And ...
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Página 27 - I love my own country and race, Nor lightly I fled from them both, Yet who would remain in a place Where there's too many spoons for the broth ? The squire's preserving his game. He says that God gave it to him, And he'll banish the poor without shame, For touching a feather or limb. The Justice he feels very big, And boasts what the law can secure, But has two different laws in his wig, Which he keeps for the rich and the poor.
Página 95 - And the daisies decked with pearls Richer than the proudest earls On their mantles wear. These Thy preachers of the wild-wood, Keep they not the heart of childhood Fresh within us still? Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and glory In the daffodil.
Página 93 - GOD. GOD of the great old solemn woods, God of the desert solitudes And trackless sea, God of the crowded city vast, God of the present and the past, Can man know Thee ? God of the blue sky overhead, Of the green earth on which we tread, Of time and space, God of the worlds which Time conceals, God of the worlds which Death reveals To all our race, From out Thy wrath the earthquakes leap And shake the world's foundation deep, Till Nature groans: In agony the mountains call, And ocean...
Página 178 - Twas foolish and vain, Yet when shall we drink of Such glory again. Where hope first beguiled us, And spells o'er us cast, And told us her visions, Of beauty would last, That earth was an Eden, Untainted with guile, And men were not destined To sorrow and toil. Where friendship first found us, And gave us her hand, And linked us for aye, to That...
Página 17 - For we'd been companions dear, And could not part without a tear, And Cartha had a mournful voice, She did not as of old rejoice ; And vale and mountain, flower and tree, Were looking sadly upon me ; For oh ! there is a nameless tie, A strange mysterious sympathy, Between us and material things, Which into close communion brings Our spirits with the unseen power, Which looks from every tree and flower.
Página 202 - We live in a rickety house, In a dirty dismal street, Where the naked hide from day, And thieves and drunkards meet. And pious folks with their tracts, When our dens they enter in, They point to our shirtless backs, As the fruits of beer and gin.
Página 116 - And churned hersel into silver white, Into bubbles green and gay, And rumbled round in her wild delight, 'Neath the rainbow's lovely ray ; And swirled, and sank, and rose to the brim. Like the snawdrift on the lee, And then in bells o" the rainbow's rim, She sang awa