American Melodies: Containing a Single Selection from the Productions of Two Hundred WritersLinen and Fennell, 1841 - 286 psl. |
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... slumber brings Thy form before me as in life it came ; Affection conquers death , and fondly clings Unto the past , and thee , and thy loved name ; And hours glide swiftly by on noiseless wings , While sad discourses of thy loss I frame ...
... slumber brings Thy form before me as in life it came ; Affection conquers death , and fondly clings Unto the past , and thee , and thy loved name ; And hours glide swiftly by on noiseless wings , While sad discourses of thy loss I frame ...
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... slumber on thy breast , O , holy Virgin , call thy child . Joy from my darkling soul is fled , And haggard phantoms haunt me wild ; Despair assails , and Hope is dead : O , holy Virgin , call thy child . • YOUR HEART IS A MUSIC - BOX ...
... slumber on thy breast , O , holy Virgin , call thy child . Joy from my darkling soul is fled , And haggard phantoms haunt me wild ; Despair assails , and Hope is dead : O , holy Virgin , call thy child . • YOUR HEART IS A MUSIC - BOX ...
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... slumber which may know no waking Till the loud requiem of the world shall swell ; Gone ! where no sound thy still repose is breaking , In a lone mansion through long years to dwell ; Where the sweet gales that herald bud and blossom ...
... slumber which may know no waking Till the loud requiem of the world shall swell ; Gone ! where no sound thy still repose is breaking , In a lone mansion through long years to dwell ; Where the sweet gales that herald bud and blossom ...
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... slumbers be , In a cell of the mermaid's cave . And she who is waiting with cheek so pale , At the tempest and ocean's roar ; And weeps when she hears the menacing gale , Or sighs to behold her mariner's sail , Come whitening up to the ...
... slumbers be , In a cell of the mermaid's cave . And she who is waiting with cheek so pale , At the tempest and ocean's roar ; And weeps when she hears the menacing gale , Or sighs to behold her mariner's sail , Come whitening up to the ...
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... slumbers , Away ! No vapour encumbers the day ; Wind the echoing horn , For the waking morn Peeps forth in its mantle of gray . The wild - boar is shaking his dewy bristle , The partridge is sounding his morning whistle , The red - deer ...
... slumbers , Away ! No vapour encumbers the day ; Wind the echoing horn , For the waking morn Peeps forth in its mantle of gray . The wild - boar is shaking his dewy bristle , The partridge is sounding his morning whistle , The red - deer ...
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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...
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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.