Echoes from Home: A Collection of Home PoetryLee, 1870 - 228 pagini |
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Pagina 16
... sound prolong . Our fathers ' God , to Thee , Author of liberty , To Thee we sing ; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by Thy might , Great God , our King . Samuel F. Smith . THE MARSEILLES HYMN . E sons ...
... sound prolong . Our fathers ' God , to Thee , Author of liberty , To Thee we sing ; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by Thy might , Great God , our King . Samuel F. Smith . THE MARSEILLES HYMN . E sons ...
Pagina 21
... sound , let sound , whatever can , Trumpet , and fife , and drum : This day our sabres , man for man , To stain with blood we come ; With hangman's , and with coward's blood , O glorious day of ire ! That to all Germans soundeth good ...
... sound , let sound , whatever can , Trumpet , and fife , and drum : This day our sabres , man for man , To stain with blood we come ; With hangman's , and with coward's blood , O glorious day of ire ! That to all Germans soundeth good ...
Pagina 29
... sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come , when his task of fame is wrought- Come , with her laurel leaf , blood - bought – Come in her crowning hour — and then Thy sunken ...
... sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come , when his task of fame is wrought- Come , with her laurel leaf , blood - bought – Come in her crowning hour — and then Thy sunken ...
Pagina 36
... of water , Even as my mother's song ; That sound went past me on the field of slaughter , And heart and arm grew strong . RETURN OF THE RHINE SOLDIER . 37 Roll proudly on. RETURN OF THE RHINE SOLDIER . ( 36 ) RHINE SOLDIER.
... of water , Even as my mother's song ; That sound went past me on the field of slaughter , And heart and arm grew strong . RETURN OF THE RHINE SOLDIER . 37 Roll proudly on. RETURN OF THE RHINE SOLDIER . ( 36 ) RHINE SOLDIER.
Pagina 37
... the seas , that chain shall bind thee never ! Sound on by hearth and shrine ! Sing through the hills that thou art free forever- Lift up thy voice , O Rhine ! Felicia Hemans . BARBARA FRIETCHIE . P from the meadows , rich with.
... the seas , that chain shall bind thee never ! Sound on by hearth and shrine ! Sing through the hills that thou art free forever- Lift up thy voice , O Rhine ! Felicia Hemans . BARBARA FRIETCHIE . P from the meadows , rich with.
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ain countrie ain kind dearie Allan Cunningham angels baby Bayard Taylor beauty Bingen blessed blest bliss bonnie bosom BOZZARIS brave breath bright brother brow child cottage COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT crown dark dear dearer doth Douglas dreams earth Ebenezer Elliot Erin go Bragh eyes fain fair father father's knee Felicia Hemans fireside flag flowers frae Gerald Massey glad glory hame hand happy hath hear heart heaven hill holy homes of England hope HYMN Immanuel's land John Anderson Julia Ward leal life's light look Lord meet morn mother's ne'er nest never o'er old arm-chair old oaken bucket peace pilgrim rapture rest Rhine river Robert Burns round shining shore sic bands sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound splendor stars storm sweet tears thee thine Thomas Campbell thou thoughts tree Twas wandering weary wee thing wild
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Pagina 48 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Pagina 40 - Quick as it fell, from the broken staff, Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf: She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. . A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Pagina 130 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hailed 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...
Pagina 76 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Pagina 31 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 76 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How his first followers and servants sped — The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "...
Pagina 163 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pagina 218 - Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.
Pagina 58 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Pagina 49 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home.