PoemsTicknor, Reed & Fields, 1850 - 286 pages |
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... GIRLS LA GRISETTE • AN EVENING THOUGHT A SOUVENIR 66 QUI VIVE 99 LYRICS . THE WASP AND THE HORNET FROM A BACHELOR'S PRIVATE JOURNAL STANZAS THE PHILOSOPHER TO HIS LOVE PAGE 1 37 3253 13 22 43 46 48 50 52 • 55 57 · 59 61 63 PAGE L ...
... GIRLS LA GRISETTE • AN EVENING THOUGHT A SOUVENIR 66 QUI VIVE 99 LYRICS . THE WASP AND THE HORNET FROM A BACHELOR'S PRIVATE JOURNAL STANZAS THE PHILOSOPHER TO HIS LOVE PAGE 1 37 3253 13 22 43 46 48 50 52 • 55 57 · 59 61 63 PAGE L ...
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... girl , turned matron to her babe - like charge ; The freeman , casting with unpurchased hand The vote that shakes the turrets of the land ; The slave , who , slumbering on his rusted chain , Dreams of the palm - trees on his burning ...
... girl , turned matron to her babe - like charge ; The freeman , casting with unpurchased hand The vote that shakes the turrets of the land ; The slave , who , slumbering on his rusted chain , Dreams of the palm - trees on his burning ...
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... girl ! 2 Born with mankind , with man's expanded range And varying fates the poet's numbers change ; Thus in his history may we hope to find Some clearer epochs of the poet's mind , As from the cradle of its birth we trace , 8 POETRY ;
... girl ! 2 Born with mankind , with man's expanded range And varying fates the poet's numbers change ; Thus in his history may we hope to find Some clearer epochs of the poet's mind , As from the cradle of its birth we trace , 8 POETRY ;
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... girl's bouquet , Do more than deck thee for an idle hour , Then fall unheeded , fading like the flower ? Yet , when I trod , with footsteps wild and free , The crackling leaves beneath yon linden tree , Panting from play , or dripping ...
... girl's bouquet , Do more than deck thee for an idle hour , Then fall unheeded , fading like the flower ? Yet , when I trod , with footsteps wild and free , The crackling leaves beneath yon linden tree , Panting from play , or dripping ...
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... girls ; The breath that bids the blossom fall May lift your floating curls , To sweep the simple lines that tell An exile's date and doom ; And sigh , for where his daughters dwell , They wreath the stranger's tomb . And one amid these ...
... girls ; The breath that bids the blossom fall May lift your floating curls , To sweep the simple lines that tell An exile's date and doom ; And sigh , for where his daughters dwell , They wreath the stranger's tomb . And one amid these ...
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Page 22 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more ! Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 269 - And all his sturdy men-at-arms were ranged about the board. He poured the fiery Hollands in, — the man that never feared, — He took a long and solemn draught, and wiped his yellow beard; And one by one the musketeers — the men that fought and prayed — All drank as 'twere their mother's milk, and not a man afraid.
Page 229 - Once more ; speak clearly, if you speak at all ; Carve every word before you let it fall...
Page 85 - Ere the priming-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said,
Page 270 - ... fifty more had spread their leaves and snows. A thousand rubs had flattened down each little cherub's nose ; When once again the bowl was filled, but not in mirth or joy, 'Twas mingled by a mother's hand to cheer her parting boy. Drink, John...
Page 91 - Thou say'st an undisputed thing In such a solemn way. Thou art a female, Katydid! I know it by the trill That quivers through thy piercing notes, So petulant and shrill...
Page 23 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee;— The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea.
Page 87 - 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! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At...
Page 145 - Oh there were kisses sweet as dew, and words as soft as rain, — But they have heard her father's step, and in he leaps again! Out spoke the ancient fisherman, — " Oh, what was that, my daughter ? " " 'T was nothing but a pebble, sir, I threw into the water.
Page 231 - Wear seemly gloves ; not black, nor yet too light, And least of all the pair that once was white ; Let the dead party where you told your loves Bury in peace its dead bouquets and gloves ; Shave like the goat, if so your fancy bids, But be a parent, — don't neglect your kids.