American Melodies: Containing a Single Selection from the Productions of Two Hundred WritersLinen and Fennell, 1841 - 286 páginas |
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... breath floats heavily , Each leaflet seems to say- O'erwrit with fairy - graven lines- It is the last bouquet . When deeply in your buds ye slept , I culled with heartfelt glee Your gay compeers - the elder - born- And twined them ...
... breath floats heavily , Each leaflet seems to say- O'erwrit with fairy - graven lines- It is the last bouquet . When deeply in your buds ye slept , I culled with heartfelt glee Your gay compeers - the elder - born- And twined them ...
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... breath their fragrance borne . Guard thy bosom from the day , Lest thy snows should melt away . But one charm remains behind , Which mute earth can ne'er impart ; Nor in ocean wilt thou find , Nor in the circling air a heart . Fairest ...
... breath their fragrance borne . Guard thy bosom from the day , Lest thy snows should melt away . But one charm remains behind , Which mute earth can ne'er impart ; Nor in ocean wilt thou find , Nor in the circling air a heart . Fairest ...
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... their music nor their fragrant breath : A seal is set upon thy budding bosom , A bond of loneliness - a spell of death ! Yet ' twas but yesterday that all before thee Shone 5 AMERICAN MELODIES . 49 The Faded One, The Faded One,
... their music nor their fragrant breath : A seal is set upon thy budding bosom , A bond of loneliness - a spell of death ! Yet ' twas but yesterday that all before thee Shone 5 AMERICAN MELODIES . 49 The Faded One, The Faded One,
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... breath I ask thee now ; I can die with a lip unstirred And a quiet heart- Let but this prayer be heard Ere I depart . I can give up my mother's look- My sister's kiss ; I can think of love - yet brook A death like this ! I can give up ...
... breath I ask thee now ; I can die with a lip unstirred And a quiet heart- Let but this prayer be heard Ere I depart . I can give up my mother's look- My sister's kiss ; I can think of love - yet brook A death like this ! I can give up ...
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... breath , I ask that I may perish By a soldier's death ! THEY SAY THAT NE'ER BY FORTUNE'S GALE . BY GEORGE D. STRONG . THEY say that ne'er by fortune's gale My hero's brow was fanned , That round his tall and graceful form No powdered ...
... breath , I ask that I may perish By a soldier's death ! THEY SAY THAT NE'ER BY FORTUNE'S GALE . BY GEORGE D. STRONG . THEY say that ne'er by fortune's gale My hero's brow was fanned , That round his tall and graceful form No powdered ...
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Términos y frases comunes
aloft beams beauty bird bliss bloom blushing bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow charm Charter Oak cheek dark dark waves dear death deep Deserting hearts dream earth faded fair fathers fill high flow flowers gale gentle gleam gloom glow God bless America golden perch hath heart heaven hope IANTHE lady life's light lonely look love thee love's maiden Mary mermaid's hair mountain home ne'er night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pleasure rest roam rose round Sambo SEBA SMITH shade shine shore sigh sing skies sleep slumbers smile soft song sorrow sparkling spirit star-spangled banner stars stream sweet tears tempests There's thine eye think of thee thou art thou hast thought Tom Moore tree Twill voice wake wandering wave weep wild winds wing yankee crew yankee ship youth zephyrs
Pasajes populares
Página 72 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 36 - 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.
Página 77 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Página 53 - 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. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Página 200 - 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, now conceals, now discloses?
Página 201 - 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: "In God is our trust...
Página 35 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view...
Página 61 - 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 ax shall harm it not.
Página 201 - 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...
Página 2 - The pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, With the holy stars, by night.