Famous Single and Fugitive PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1890 - 364 strani |
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... sigh clout as you may see ; It will neither hold nor winde nor raine- And Ile have a new cloake about me . ' " It is four - and - forty yeares ago Since the one of us the other did ken ; And we have had betwixt us towe Of children ...
... sigh clout as you may see ; It will neither hold nor winde nor raine- And Ile have a new cloake about me . ' " It is four - and - forty yeares ago Since the one of us the other did ken ; And we have had betwixt us towe Of children ...
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... sighs dissolved into showers . Nor wonder if my time go thus Backward and most preposterous ; Thou hast benighted me ; thy set This eve of blackness did beget , Who wast my day ( though overcast Before thou hadst thy noontide passed ) ...
... sighs dissolved into showers . Nor wonder if my time go thus Backward and most preposterous ; Thou hast benighted me ; thy set This eve of blackness did beget , Who wast my day ( though overcast Before thou hadst thy noontide passed ) ...
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... to ruine come , I'll sound no trumpet as I wont , Nor march by tuck of drum ; But hold my arms , like ensigns , up , Thy falsehood to deplore , And bitterly will sigh and weep , And never love MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE . 29.
... to ruine come , I'll sound no trumpet as I wont , Nor march by tuck of drum ; But hold my arms , like ensigns , up , Thy falsehood to deplore , And bitterly will sigh and weep , And never love MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE . 29.
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Rossiter Johnson. And bitterly will sigh and weep , And never love thee more . I'll do with thee as Nero did When Rome was set on fire , Not only all relief forbid , But to a hill retire , And scorn to shed a tear to see Thy spirit grown ...
Rossiter Johnson. And bitterly will sigh and weep , And never love thee more . I'll do with thee as Nero did When Rome was set on fire , Not only all relief forbid , But to a hill retire , And scorn to shed a tear to see Thy spirit grown ...
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... , And thus say , sighing sore , " Alas ! he had too just a cause Never to love thee more . " And when that tracing goddess Fame From east to west shall flee , She shall record it , to thy shame , How MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE . 31.
... , And thus say , sighing sore , " Alas ! he had too just a cause Never to love thee more . " And when that tracing goddess Fame From east to west shall flee , She shall record it , to thy shame , How MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE . 31.
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Famous Single and Fugitive Poems: Collected and Edited (Classic Reprint) Rossiter Johnson Predogled ni na voljo - 2018 |
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Stran 98 - 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 80 - No : — men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude, — Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; 3 And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Stran 93 - 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 270 - By the struggling moonbeam's 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.
Stran 286 - Sadly, but not with upbraiding The generous deed was done. In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won: — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day: — Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray.
Stran 244 - Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Stran 109 - 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 97 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Stran 191 - 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 143 - With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee ; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.