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... Songs Nature • Hymn to the Night In the Churchyard at Tarrytown . The Republic Daybreak . • JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Proem Ichabod The Lost Occasion The Farewell Laus Deo ! . Skipper Ireson's Ride . The Barefoot Boy Telling the Bees My ...
... Songs Nature • Hymn to the Night In the Churchyard at Tarrytown . The Republic Daybreak . • JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Proem Ichabod The Lost Occasion The Farewell Laus Deo ! . Skipper Ireson's Ride . The Barefoot Boy Telling the Bees My ...
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... Song America RICHARD HENRY STODDARD Abraham Lincoln FRANCIS MILES FINCH The Blue and the Gray JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE PAGE 197 199 203 206 209 · 210 215 216 218 • 219 • 225 The Vagabonds . 227 MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON A Grave in ...
... Song America RICHARD HENRY STODDARD Abraham Lincoln FRANCIS MILES FINCH The Blue and the Gray JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE PAGE 197 199 203 206 209 · 210 215 216 218 • 219 • 225 The Vagabonds . 227 MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON A Grave in ...
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... Westward Ho ! SIDNEY LANIER Song of the Chattahoochee . Tampa Robins PAGE 238 240 · 241 • 242 · 244 • 244 246 248 · 251 252 254 · 258 259 261 262 263 264 266 267 269 · 271 ETHEL LYNN BEERS All quiet along the Potomac PAGE 272 12 CONTENTS.
... Westward Ho ! SIDNEY LANIER Song of the Chattahoochee . Tampa Robins PAGE 238 240 · 241 • 242 · 244 • 244 246 248 · 251 252 254 · 258 259 261 262 263 264 266 267 269 · 271 ETHEL LYNN BEERS All quiet along the Potomac PAGE 272 12 CONTENTS.
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... Song Sparrow EUGENE FIELD Wynken , Blynken , and Nod Little Boy Blue EDWIN MARKHAM The Man with the Hoe JOHN VANCE CHENEY The Man with the Hoe . A Reply EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Mother England . The Mother who died Too 277 278 279 280 283 ...
... Song Sparrow EUGENE FIELD Wynken , Blynken , and Nod Little Boy Blue EDWIN MARKHAM The Man with the Hoe JOHN VANCE CHENEY The Man with the Hoe . A Reply EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Mother England . The Mother who died Too 277 278 279 280 283 ...
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... songs . A volume of Key's poems was published at Baltimore in 1859 , with an introductory letter by his brother - in - law , Chief Justice Taney . The volume consists largely of occasional pieces that were not originally intended for ...
... songs . A volume of Key's poems was published at Baltimore in 1859 , with an introductory letter by his brother - in - law , Chief Justice Taney . The volume consists largely of occasional pieces that were not originally intended for ...
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Page 196 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
Page 59 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 196 - 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 58 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 30 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Page 187 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 58 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 58 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock, And, to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Page 158 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 100 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe...