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... , That act had made , from burning eyes , sweet tears of virtue roll , Had fixed my heart , assured my faith - and heaven had gained a soul ! " THE MURDERED TRAVELLER . W. C. BRYANT . When spring 14 PRESCOTT'S PARAGON RECITER .
... , That act had made , from burning eyes , sweet tears of virtue roll , Had fixed my heart , assured my faith - and heaven had gained a soul ! " THE MURDERED TRAVELLER . W. C. BRYANT . When spring 14 PRESCOTT'S PARAGON RECITER .
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... sweet song as she rocked it to rest ; And the husband sat cheerily down by her side , And looked with delight on the face of his bride . " Oh happy ! " said he , " when our roaming is o'er , We'll dwell in a cottage that stands by the ...
... sweet song as she rocked it to rest ; And the husband sat cheerily down by her side , And looked with delight on the face of his bride . " Oh happy ! " said he , " when our roaming is o'er , We'll dwell in a cottage that stands by the ...
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... sweet keys , wouldst thou keep them in tune . Labor is health - lo ! the husbandman reaping , How through his veins goes the life - current leaping ! How his strong arm in its stalwart pride sweeping , True as a sunbeam the swift sickle ...
... sweet keys , wouldst thou keep them in tune . Labor is health - lo ! the husbandman reaping , How through his veins goes the life - current leaping ! How his strong arm in its stalwart pride sweeping , True as a sunbeam the swift sickle ...
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... sweet face and downcast eyes , Two white , trembling hands imprisoned , How the golden moment flies ! Lips that softly press thy forehead , All the rosy blushes call ; For a lover's kiss at twilight Is the fondest kiss of all . Happy ...
... sweet face and downcast eyes , Two white , trembling hands imprisoned , How the golden moment flies ! Lips that softly press thy forehead , All the rosy blushes call ; For a lover's kiss at twilight Is the fondest kiss of all . Happy ...
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... sweet of baby's fingers Tapping on the window pane , Music sweet of baby's fingers Calling at the window pane . When the winter storms were beating On the hilltops , cold and white , Or the summer flowers were blooming In my pathway ...
... sweet of baby's fingers Tapping on the window pane , Music sweet of baby's fingers Calling at the window pane . When the winter storms were beating On the hilltops , cold and white , Or the summer flowers were blooming In my pathway ...
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ANONYMOUS arms baby Bunn beautiful bless blood brave breast breath bright brow Charco cheer child cold cried Cumnor dark dead dear death door dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feet fire flowers FREDERIKA BREMER gay beat glory gold grave gray hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heerd hill Horse-flies hour JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART Katie Lee kings kiss lady land life-boat light lips lives look Lord mighty Miss Mondamin morning mother N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night noble NORA PERRY o'er pale PHOEBE CARY poor roar rose ROSE HARTWICK THORPE round sextant shore shout smile song sorrow soul sound Spartacus spirit sweet tears tell thee There's THOMAS CAMPBELL THOMAS HOOD thou thought Twas voice wait wave wild wind wonder young
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Page 34 - And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed, — Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed! Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil...
Page 130 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 41 - Broidered with gold, the Blue, Mellowed with gold, the Gray. So, when the summer calleth, On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain...
Page 34 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 19 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The MOON takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening Earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the STARS that round her burn. And all the PLANETS in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 165 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the "silvered brow of an affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...
Page 21 - Perchance the bald old eagle, On gray Beth-peor's height, Out of his rocky eyry Looked on the wondrous sight ; Perchance the lion stalking, Still shuns that hallowed spot : For beast and bird have seen and heard That which man knoweth not. But when the warrior dieth, His comrades in the war, With arms reversed, and muffled drum, Follow the funeral car. They show the banners taken, They tell his battles won, And after him lead his masterless steed, While peals the minute-gun...
Page 137 - Nay now, my Child," said Alice the nurse, "But keep the secret for your life, And all you have will be Lord Ronald's When you are man and wife.
Page 99 - The dews of summer night did fall : The moon, sweet Regent of the sky, Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby.
Page 41 - In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray...