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... Fall the Leaves . WEBSTER , GEORGE W. My Season . Winter's Temple . Lines . Two Sonnets . Golden Sweets . HARLOW , WILLIAM BURT . Kenilworth . Lodore . To a Butterfly Hatched in February . By the Brook . To a Water - Lily . Quotation ...
... Fall the Leaves . WEBSTER , GEORGE W. My Season . Winter's Temple . Lines . Two Sonnets . Golden Sweets . HARLOW , WILLIAM BURT . Kenilworth . Lodore . To a Butterfly Hatched in February . By the Brook . To a Water - Lily . Quotation ...
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... in the shock . They's something kind o ' hearty - like about the atmosphere When the heat of summer's over and the coolin ' fall is here- Of course we miss the flowers , and the blossoms JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY . 9 When the Frost is on.
... in the shock . They's something kind o ' hearty - like about the atmosphere When the heat of summer's over and the coolin ' fall is here- Of course we miss the flowers , and the blossoms JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY . 9 When the Frost is on.
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... fall of the snow ? To know that when next the clover Wooeth the wandering bee , Its crimson tide will drift over All that is left of me ? Will I ever be tired of living , And be glad to go to my rest , With a cool and fragrant lily ...
... fall of the snow ? To know that when next the clover Wooeth the wandering bee , Its crimson tide will drift over All that is left of me ? Will I ever be tired of living , And be glad to go to my rest , With a cool and fragrant lily ...
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... fall like sheaves before the scythes of Hardee and of Bragg ; Ah , who shall tell the victor's tale when all the strife is past , When man and man in one great mould , the men who strive are cast . As when the Trojan hero came from that ...
... fall like sheaves before the scythes of Hardee and of Bragg ; Ah , who shall tell the victor's tale when all the strife is past , When man and man in one great mould , the men who strive are cast . As when the Trojan hero came from that ...
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... fall ! Yet when we cry out in our pain , who is there turns and hearkens , Except in wrath and scorn ? — but Thou saidst we were brethren all ! " Is there no help ? for many are the hungry - eyed oppressors , - Heavy the yoke , and hot ...
... fall ! Yet when we cry out in our pain , who is there turns and hearkens , Except in wrath and scorn ? — but Thou saidst we were brethren all ! " Is there no help ? for many are the hungry - eyed oppressors , - Heavy the yoke , and hot ...
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Page 239 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal ;" Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 246 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 109 - Where'er he sees a smile too bright, Or heart too pure for taint and vice, He bears it to that world of light, To dwell in Paradise. Born...
Page 245 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 354 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads...
Page 239 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Page 238 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Page 236 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 239 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 363 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.