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... heart - strings round thee cling , Close as thy bark , old friend ! Here shall the wild - bird sing , And still thy branches bend . Old tree ! the storm still brave ! And , woodman , leave the spot ; While I've a hand to save , Thy axe ...
... heart - strings round thee cling , Close as thy bark , old friend ! Here shall the wild - bird sing , And still thy branches bend . Old tree ! the storm still brave ! And , woodman , leave the spot ; While I've a hand to save , Thy axe ...
Sida 13
... my lowly thatched cottage again ! The birds singing gayly , that came at my call- Give me them - and the peace of ... heart's dearest solace will smile on me there ; No more from that cottage ... thy summons come to Join -13- JOYFUL MEMORIES.
... my lowly thatched cottage again ! The birds singing gayly , that came at my call- Give me them - and the peace of ... heart's dearest solace will smile on me there ; No more from that cottage ... thy summons come to Join -13- JOYFUL MEMORIES.
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... thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his Couch About him , and lies down to pleasant Dreams . From " Thanatopsis . " -William Cullen Bryant . ༢ AMERICA Y ... Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture -14- JOYFUL MEMORIES.
... thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his Couch About him , and lies down to pleasant Dreams . From " Thanatopsis . " -William Cullen Bryant . ༢ AMERICA Y ... Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture -14- JOYFUL MEMORIES.
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Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above . Let music swell the breeze , And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song ; Let mortal tongues awake , Let all that breathe partake , Let rocks their ...
Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above . Let music swell the breeze , And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song ; Let mortal tongues awake , Let all that breathe partake , Let rocks their ...
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... thou ? Open thine heart wide , And fold within the wet wings of thy dove . ལ ONWARD -E . B. Browning . E are living , we are dwelling , In a grand and awful time , In an age on ages telling To be living is sublime . Hark ! the waking up ...
... thou ? Open thine heart wide , And fold within the wet wings of thy dove . ལ ONWARD -E . B. Browning . E are living , we are dwelling , In a grand and awful time , In an age on ages telling To be living is sublime . Hark ! the waking up ...
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ancient family beauty bloom bonnie Doon bosom breast bright CHILDREN'S HOUR Cleon clouds comes daffodils dark dead dream dwell E. B. Browning Eternal eyes face fate feel fold glory glow golden grave Hast hath iron-bound bucket keep that heart kiss land life's light word lips live Longfellow Lord Byron Lord Tennyson love thee love's sake luve moss-covered bucket Nearer never night nightingale Sings o'er old oaken bucket Oliver Wendell Holmes place like Home pleasant pleasure raining rain rosy vale shade shine silent Sings his song smile song of woe soon soul star sublime sweet Home tears tender Thee I sing thee my steps There's no place thine things thither Thomas Gray thy brow thy heart To-day tree Twas unto voice-'twas the voice waves weary William Cullen Bryant wind wings WOODMAN wreathed
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Sida 35 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?" Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Sida 49 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Sida 11 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE OlfOGDMAN, sPare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Sida 30 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Sida 37 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sida 11 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea.
Sida 50 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Sida 27 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude, where are the charms, That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Sida 7 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Sida 13 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam. Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...