Golden Poems by British and American AuthorsFrancis Fisher Browne A.C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 526 psl. |
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... FIRE TO - DAY EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE CHRISTMAS HYMN ARISTOCRACY ISOLATION THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH MORALITY BRAHMA HEREDITY . THE CELESTIAL SURGEON THE STARRY HOST DANNY DEEVER SONG HESPER - VENUS THE FRENCH REVOLUTION AS I CAME DOWN FROM ...
... FIRE TO - DAY EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE CHRISTMAS HYMN ARISTOCRACY ISOLATION THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH MORALITY BRAHMA HEREDITY . THE CELESTIAL SURGEON THE STARRY HOST DANNY DEEVER SONG HESPER - VENUS THE FRENCH REVOLUTION AS I CAME DOWN FROM ...
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... fire , The . HALLECK , FITZ - GREENE . ( A. 1795-1867 . ) Joseph Rodman Drake . 144 503 Patriot's Death , The . 217 227 369 HALPINE , CHARLES GRA- HAM . ( A. 1829-1868 . ) Janette's Hair 179 Bird of Passage 190 HAMILTON , WILLIAM ...
... fire , The . HALLECK , FITZ - GREENE . ( A. 1795-1867 . ) Joseph Rodman Drake . 144 503 Patriot's Death , The . 217 227 369 HALPINE , CHARLES GRA- HAM . ( A. 1829-1868 . ) Janette's Hair 179 Bird of Passage 190 HAMILTON , WILLIAM ...
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... there's nae luck about the house , There's nae luck at a ' ; There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman ' s awa ' . JEAN ADAM . A WINTER EVENING AT HOME Now stir the fire and BY THE FIRESIDE 45 Oliver Wendell Holmes Jean Adam.
... there's nae luck about the house , There's nae luck at a ' ; There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman ' s awa ' . JEAN ADAM . A WINTER EVENING AT HOME Now stir the fire and BY THE FIRESIDE 45 Oliver Wendell Holmes Jean Adam.
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Francis Fisher Browne. A WINTER EVENING AT HOME Now stir the fire and close the shutters fast , Let fall the curtains , wheel the sofa round , And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column , and the cups That ...
Francis Fisher Browne. A WINTER EVENING AT HOME Now stir the fire and close the shutters fast , Let fall the curtains , wheel the sofa round , And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column , and the cups That ...
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... fire of seraphim , To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I ' scaped the wrangling crew From Pyrrho's maze and Epicurus ' sty , And held high converse with the godlike few Who to the enraptured heart and ear and eye ...
... fire of seraphim , To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I ' scaped the wrangling crew From Pyrrho's maze and Epicurus ' sty , And held high converse with the godlike few Who to the enraptured heart and ear and eye ...
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ain countree auld auld lang syne beauty birds blossoms blow blue breast breath breeze bright brow clouds cuddle doon dark darling dead dear death deep delight dream earth eyes face fair float flowers glory golden grave gray green hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill JAMES THOMSON JOHN John Anderson kiss land light lips live look LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON morn mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean old Kentucky home old oaken bucket PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RICHARD REALF ROBERT BURNS rose round sail shine shore silence sing sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thought tree violet voice wake warm waves wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods
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