American Melodies: Containing a Single Selection from the Productions of Two Hundred WritersLinen and Fennell, 1841 - 286 psl. |
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... to sadness birth ? O ! read it in the shades that steal Across each animated brow ; The wish none utters , yet all feel , " Would he were with us now ! " Yet chase away each vain regret , And let each 20 AMERICAN MELODIES . A Health,
... to sadness birth ? O ! read it in the shades that steal Across each animated brow ; The wish none utters , yet all feel , " Would he were with us now ! " Yet chase away each vain regret , And let each 20 AMERICAN MELODIES . A Health,
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... shaded brow , the drooping eye , Are present to our gaze . With all around his looks are blent ; His form , is it not gliding there ? And was it not his voice which sent That echo on the air ? One wish , with cordial feeling fraught ...
... shaded brow , the drooping eye , Are present to our gaze . With all around his looks are blent ; His form , is it not gliding there ? And was it not his voice which sent That echo on the air ? One wish , with cordial feeling fraught ...
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... to sadness birth ? O ! read it in the shades that steal Across each animated brow ; The wish none utters , yet all feel , " Would he were with us now ! " Yet chase away each vain regret , And let each 20 20 AMERICAN MELODIES .
... to sadness birth ? O ! read it in the shades that steal Across each animated brow ; The wish none utters , yet all feel , " Would he were with us now ! " Yet chase away each vain regret , And let each 20 20 AMERICAN MELODIES .
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... shaded brow , the drooping eye , Are present to our gaze . With all around his looks are blent ; His form , is it not gliding there ? And was it not his voice which sent That echo on the air ? One wish , with cordial feeling fraught ...
... shaded brow , the drooping eye , Are present to our gaze . With all around his looks are blent ; His form , is it not gliding there ? And was it not his voice which sent That echo on the air ? One wish , with cordial feeling fraught ...
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... Shade thy brow or dim with tears Thy bright eye ; but may each morrow Shed a rainbow o'er life's fears , And a milder radiance borrow From the gentle flight of years . 4 NEW ENGLAND . BY MRS . GILMAN . NEW ENGLAND AMERICAN MELODIES . 37.
... Shade thy brow or dim with tears Thy bright eye ; but may each morrow Shed a rainbow o'er life's fears , And a milder radiance borrow From the gentle flight of years . 4 NEW ENGLAND . BY MRS . GILMAN . NEW ENGLAND AMERICAN MELODIES . 37.
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
American Melodies– Containing a Single Selection from the Productions of Two ... George Pope Morris Visos knygos peržiūra - 1840 |
American Melodies– Containing a Single Selection From the Productions of Two ... George P. Morris Peržiūra negalima - 2017 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
aloft beams beauty bird bliss bloom blushing bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow charm Charter Oak cheek dark dark waves dear death deep Deserting hearts dream earth faded fair fathers fill high flow flowers gale gentle gleam gloom glow God bless America golden perch hath heart heaven hope IANTHE lady life's light lonely look love thee love's maiden Mary mermaid's hair mountain home ne'er night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pleasure rest roam rose round Sambo SEBA SMITH shade shine shore sigh sing skies sleep slumbers smile soft song sorrow sparkling spirit star-spangled banner stars stream sweet tears tempests There's thine eye think of thee thou art thou hast thought Tom Moore tree Twill voice wake wandering wave weep wild winds wing yankee crew yankee ship youth zephyrs
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72 psl. - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
36 psl. - That moss-covered vessel I hail 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 bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
77 psl. - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
53 psl. - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
200 psl. - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
201 psl. - Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust...
35 psl. - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view...
61 psl. - Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough; In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy ax shall harm it not.
201 psl. - 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...
2 psl. - The pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, With the holy stars, by night.