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... 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 that pleasant morn of the early fall , When Lee marched over the mountain wall , - Over ...
... 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 that pleasant morn of the early fall , When Lee marched over the mountain wall , - Over ...
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... and Union wave ! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law ! And ever the stars above look down On thy stars below at Frederick town . F. G. Whittier . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . HE stately homes of England.
... and Union wave ! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law ! And ever the stars above look down On thy stars below at Frederick town . F. G. Whittier . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . HE stately homes of England.
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... round the hamlet fanes . Through glowing orchards forth they peep , Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep , As the bird beneath their eaves . The free , fair homes of England ! Long , long , in hut and hall ...
... round the hamlet fanes . Through glowing orchards forth they peep , Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep , As the bird beneath their eaves . The free , fair homes of England ! Long , long , in hut and hall ...
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... rocking , rocking , Aye rocking , ree- Pulling at his stocking , Climbing up his knee . Though our wee bit housie Few there be that know , Happy we and cosie , Round about it go . THE FATHER'S KNEE . Though for seats so scanty , ( 66 )
... rocking , rocking , Aye rocking , ree- Pulling at his stocking , Climbing up his knee . Though our wee bit housie Few there be that know , Happy we and cosie , Round about it go . THE FATHER'S KNEE . Though for seats so scanty , ( 66 )
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... Round their father's knee . Though the sunlight shining Scarce glints on the wall , There is ne'er repining By our fire - light small . And bright the rays of glory , Streaming down we see , When the good grandsire hoary Bends his aged ...
... Round their father's knee . Though the sunlight shining Scarce glints on the wall , There is ne'er repining By our fire - light small . And bright the rays of glory , Streaming down we see , When the good grandsire hoary Bends his aged ...
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Echoes from Home. a Collection of Songs, Ballads, and Other Home Poetry Dana Estes No preview available - 2017 |
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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.