The Royal Gallery of Poetry and Art: An Illustrated Book of the Favorite Poetic Gems of the English Language : the Choicest Productions of Authors, Living and Dead, for the Uncrowned Kings and Queens of American Homes |
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... turns o'er wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ha ' - Bible , ance his father's pride . " Then homeward all take off their several way ; The. Wi ' joy unfeigned brothers and sisters meet , An ' each for other's welfare kindly spiers : The ...
... turns o'er wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ha ' - Bible , ance his father's pride . " Then homeward all take off their several way ; The. Wi ' joy unfeigned brothers and sisters meet , An ' each for other's welfare kindly spiers : The ...
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... turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ha ' - Bible , ance his father's pride : His bonnet reverently is laid aside , His lyart haffets wearing thin an ' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide , He wales a portion ...
... turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ha ' - Bible , ance his father's pride : His bonnet reverently is laid aside , His lyart haffets wearing thin an ' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide , He wales a portion ...
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... Turn again , turn again , " once they rang cheerily , While a boy listened alone ; Made his heart yearn again , musing so wearily All by himself on a stone . Poor bells ! I forgive you ; your good days are over , And mine , they are yet ...
... Turn again , turn again , " once they rang cheerily , While a boy listened alone ; Made his heart yearn again , musing so wearily All by himself on a stone . Poor bells ! I forgive you ; your good days are over , And mine , they are yet ...
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... turning ebber— Dare's wha de old folks stay . All up and down de whole creation , Sadly I roam ; Still longing for de old plantation , And for de old folks at home . All de world am sad and dreary , Eb'rywhere I roam ; Oh , darkeys ...
... turning ebber— Dare's wha de old folks stay . All up and down de whole creation , Sadly I roam ; Still longing for de old plantation , And for de old folks at home . All de world am sad and dreary , Eb'rywhere I roam ; Oh , darkeys ...
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... turns - the cruel seeming Fades away , and he lies dreaming . E. HANNAFORD . H USH ! my dear , lie still , and slumber , Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head . Sleep , my babe ; thy ...
... turns - the cruel seeming Fades away , and he lies dreaming . E. HANNAFORD . H USH ! my dear , lie still , and slumber , Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head . Sleep , my babe ; thy ...
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Page 236 - And there was mounting in hot haste - the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the Morning Star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe ! They come ! They come...
Page 447 - The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 301 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
Page 163 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 447 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 87 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 487 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady ! she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. 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...
Page 509 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Page 42 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Page 490 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.