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... morn , The clustered fires of Frederick stand , Green - walled by the hills of Maryland . Round about them orchards sweep , Apple and peach tree fruited deep . Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde , On ...
... morn , The clustered fires of Frederick stand , Green - walled by the hills of Maryland . Round about them orchards sweep , Apple and peach tree fruited deep . Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde , On ...
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... morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down , and saw not one ! Up rose Barbara Frietchie then , Bowed with her fourscore years and ten , - Bravest of all in Frederick town , She took up the flag the men hauled down . In her attic window ...
... morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down , and saw not one ! Up rose Barbara Frietchie then , Bowed with her fourscore years and ten , - Bravest of all in Frederick town , She took up the flag the men hauled down . In her attic window ...
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... morn ; All other sounds , in that still time , Of breeze and leaf are born . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands , on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet fanes . Through glowing orchards ...
... morn ; All other sounds , in that still time , Of breeze and leaf are born . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands , on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet fanes . Through glowing orchards ...
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... ' mysel ' . O , blessings on my darlings all ! They're dear as summer's shine ; My heart runs o'er with happiness To think that they are mine ! 60 HIAWATHA'S JOURNEY HOMEWARD . سم At evening , morning ( 59 ) William Fergurson.
... ' mysel ' . O , blessings on my darlings all ! They're dear as summer's shine ; My heart runs o'er with happiness To think that they are mine ! 60 HIAWATHA'S JOURNEY HOMEWARD . سم At evening , morning ( 59 ) William Fergurson.
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A Collection of Home Poetry. 60 HIAWATHA'S JOURNEY HOMEWARD . سم At evening , morning , every hour , I've an unchanging prayer , That Heaven would my bairnies bless , - My hope , my joy , my care . I've gear enough , I've gear enough , I ...
A Collection of Home Poetry. 60 HIAWATHA'S JOURNEY HOMEWARD . سم At evening , morning , every hour , I've an unchanging prayer , That Heaven would my bairnies bless , - My hope , my joy , my care . I've gear enough , I've gear enough , I ...
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Page 48 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 40 - Quick as it fell, from the broken staff, Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf: She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. . A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Page 130 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hailed 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...
Page 76 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Page 31 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 76 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How his first followers and servants sped — The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "...
Page 163 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 218 - Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.
Page 58 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 49 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home.