Famous Fugitive PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1908 - 364 strani |
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... Mindless of the days to come ( Such as aged Winter brings Trembling on his icy wings ) , Both alike at last we die ; Thou art starved , and so am I ! WALTER HARTE แ " BUSK ye , busk The Braes of Yarrow A SOLILOQUY . 51.
... Mindless of the days to come ( Such as aged Winter brings Trembling on his icy wings ) , Both alike at last we die ; Thou art starved , and so am I ! WALTER HARTE แ " BUSK ye , busk The Braes of Yarrow A SOLILOQUY . 51.
Stran 52
Rossiter Johnson. แ " BUSK ye , busk The Braes of Yarrow . ye , my bonnie , bonnie bride ! Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome marrow ! Busk ye , busk ye , my bonnie , bonnie bride , And think nae mair of the braes of Yarrow . " " Where got ...
Rossiter Johnson. แ " BUSK ye , busk The Braes of Yarrow . ye , my bonnie , bonnie bride ! Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome marrow ! Busk ye , busk ye , my bonnie , bonnie bride , And think nae mair of the braes of Yarrow . " " Where got ...
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... Busk ye , then , busk , my bonnie , bonnie bride ! Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome marrow ! Busk ye , and lo'e me on the banks of Tweed And think nae mair on the braes of Yarrow . " " How can I busk a bonnie , bonnie bride ? How can I ...
... Busk ye , then , busk , my bonnie , bonnie bride ! Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome marrow ! Busk ye , and lo'e me on the banks of Tweed And think nae mair on the braes of Yarrow . " " How can I busk a bonnie , bonnie bride ? How can I ...
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... busk my head ? Or wherefore should I kame my hair ? For my true love has me forsook , And says he'll never love me mair . Now Arthur - Seat shall be my bed , The sheets shall ne'er be fyled by me , Saint Anton's well shall be my drink ...
... busk my head ? Or wherefore should I kame my hair ? For my true love has me forsook , And says he'll never love me mair . Now Arthur - Seat shall be my bed , The sheets shall ne'er be fyled by me , Saint Anton's well shall be my drink ...
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... Busk ye , busk ye , my bonnie , bonnie bride 52 By Nebo's lonely mountain 249 By the flow of the inland river By the merest chance , in the twilight gloom Come a little nearer , Doctor , —thank you ! —let me Come see the Dolphin's ...
... Busk ye , busk ye , my bonnie , bonnie bride 52 By Nebo's lonely mountain 249 By the flow of the inland river By the merest chance , in the twilight gloom Come a little nearer , Doctor , —thank you ! —let me Come see the Dolphin's ...
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ALFRED DOMETT Ann Hathaway Balaklava beauty beneath Bengalese blow blue bonnie brave breast breath bride bright brow busk Carcassonne cheek cold cried Cumnor dark DAVID GRAY dead dear death died Doneraile doth dreams E'en earth eyes fair father fear fell FITZ-JAMES O'BRIEN flowers gleam glory grave Gray green Grongar Hill hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill ivy green King kiss klappa lady land light lips live lonely look lover Maryland morn mortal mother never night o'er pale pass poor published rest ring river river Lee round Scotland Shandon shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou thought Tiger's tail to-night Tuloom Visit from St voice wait wave weary weep whither wild wind Yarrow
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Stran 104 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave...
Stran 99 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Stran 330 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Stran 276 - ... misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Stran 197 - THE muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Stran 103 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Stran 115 - HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew...
Stran 104 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ! Oh ! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave...
Stran 13 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
Stran 25 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.