Poetry of America: Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876G. Bell, 1878 - 387 pagini |
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Pagina xxxviii
... sing ! We wish Britain's glory immortal may be , If she is but just and we are but free ! In freedom we're born , in freedom we'll live , Our purses are ready- Steady , boys , steady ! - Our money as freemen , not slaves , we will give ...
... sing ! We wish Britain's glory immortal may be , If she is but just and we are but free ! In freedom we're born , in freedom we'll live , Our purses are ready- Steady , boys , steady ! - Our money as freemen , not slaves , we will give ...
Pagina 17
... sing ! THE MOSS SUPPLICATETH FOR THE POET . THOUGH I am humble , slight me not , But love me for the Poet's sake ; Forget me not till he's forgot ; I care or slight with him would take . For oft he pass'd the blossoms by , And gazed on ...
... sing ! THE MOSS SUPPLICATETH FOR THE POET . THOUGH I am humble , slight me not , But love me for the Poet's sake ; Forget me not till he's forgot ; I care or slight with him would take . For oft he pass'd the blossoms by , And gazed on ...
Pagina 21
... sing yon blue dome not rear'd with hands ! Or , if ye stay , To note the consecrated hour , Teach me the airy way , And let me try your envied power ! Above the crowd On upward wings could I but fly CHARLES SPRAGUE . 21 CHARLES SPRAGUE ...
... sing yon blue dome not rear'd with hands ! Or , if ye stay , To note the consecrated hour , Teach me the airy way , And let me try your envied power ! Above the crowd On upward wings could I but fly CHARLES SPRAGUE . 21 CHARLES SPRAGUE ...
Pagina 78
... sing , And to praise it , one needs but name it ; For Catawba wine Has need of no sign , No tavern - bush to proclaim it . And this Song of the Vine , This greeting of mine , The winds and the birds shall deliver To the Queen of the ...
... sing , And to praise it , one needs but name it ; For Catawba wine Has need of no sign , No tavern - bush to proclaim it . And this Song of the Vine , This greeting of mine , The winds and the birds shall deliver To the Queen of the ...
Pagina 97
... sing , De eagle when he scream . De yam will grow , de cotton blow , We'll hab de rice an ' corn : O nebber you fear , if nebber you De driver blow his horn ! We know de promise nebber fail , An ' nebber lie de word ; So like de ...
... sing , De eagle when he scream . De yam will grow , de cotton blow , We'll hab de rice an ' corn : O nebber you fear , if nebber you De driver blow his horn ! We know de promise nebber fail , An ' nebber lie de word ; So like de ...
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