Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466 páginas |
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... feet . Grief who need fear That hath an ear ? Down let him lie , And slumbering die , And change his soul for harmony . JOHN DRYDEN . THE PIPER . PIPING down the valleys wild , Piping MUSIC . LONGFELLOW ARNOLD MUSIC DRYDEN O lull me ...
... feet . Grief who need fear That hath an ear ? Down let him lie , And slumbering die , And change his soul for harmony . JOHN DRYDEN . THE PIPER . PIPING down the valleys wild , Piping MUSIC . LONGFELLOW ARNOLD MUSIC DRYDEN O lull me ...
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... words were few . Though I see smiling at thy feet , Five sons and ae fair daughter sweet , And time and care and birthtime woes Have dimmed thine eye and touched thy rose , THE POET'S BRIDAL - DAY SONG . To thee , 23.
... words were few . Though I see smiling at thy feet , Five sons and ae fair daughter sweet , And time and care and birthtime woes Have dimmed thine eye and touched thy rose , THE POET'S BRIDAL - DAY SONG . To thee , 23.
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... Those shoes that no little feet use ! O the price were high That those shoes would buy , Those little blue unused shoes ! JOHN KEATS . BABY'S SHOES . For they hold the small shape of 55 BABY'S SHOES O those little, those little blue shoes,
... Those shoes that no little feet use ! O the price were high That those shoes would buy , Those little blue unused shoes ! JOHN KEATS . BABY'S SHOES . For they hold the small shape of 55 BABY'S SHOES O those little, those little blue shoes,
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John Williamson Palmer. BABY'S SHOES . For they hold the small shape of feet That no more their mother's eyes meet ... feet use , And whose sight makes such fond tears start ! WILLIAM C. BENNETT . ONE more unfortunate , Weary of breath ...
John Williamson Palmer. BABY'S SHOES . For they hold the small shape of feet That no more their mother's eyes meet ... feet use , And whose sight makes such fond tears start ! WILLIAM C. BENNETT . ONE more unfortunate , Weary of breath ...
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... feet , And will never come again . Something beautiful is vanished , And we sigh for it in vain : We behold it everywhere , On the earth , and in the air , But it never comes again . RICHARD HENRY STODDARD . Ho ! pretty page , with the ...
... feet , And will never come again . Something beautiful is vanished , And we sigh for it in vain : We behold it everywhere , On the earth , and in the air , But it never comes again . RICHARD HENRY STODDARD . Ho ! pretty page , with the ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
angels beautiful bells beneath bird blessed boys break breast breath bright bring brow cheek child close cold comes dead dear Death deep door dream eyes face fair fear feel feet flowers friends give gold gone grave green grow hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN king kiss knew land leaves light lips live look Mary meet moon morning never night o'er once pale passed past peace poor rest river rose round sail seemed shine sighs silent sing sleep smile soft SONG soon soul sound spirit stand stars Summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thing thou thought tree true turn Twas voice watch weary wild wind young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 243 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Página 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Página 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Página 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 89 - 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 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Página 302 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Página 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Página 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.