The Book of American Songs: With Notes, Biographical and HistoricalHoward Paul Ward and Lock, 1857 - 128 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 11
... father ! why stays he so long On the shores where the wife of the giant was thrown , And the sailor oft lingered to ... father's death - cry ! The Power that is round us- -whose presence is near , In the gloom and the solitude felt by ...
... father ! why stays he so long On the shores where the wife of the giant was thrown , And the sailor oft lingered to ... father's death - cry ! The Power that is round us- -whose presence is near , In the gloom and the solitude felt by ...
الصفحة 51
... father press'd my hand ; I ask it with a tear , - Oh ! let that old oak stand ! My heart - strings round thee cling , Close as thy bark , old friend ! There shall the wild bird sing , And still thy branches bend . Still the wild storm ...
... father press'd my hand ; I ask it with a tear , - Oh ! let that old oak stand ! My heart - strings round thee cling , Close as thy bark , old friend ! There shall the wild bird sing , And still thy branches bend . Still the wild storm ...
الصفحة 60
... father , the dairy - house nigh it , And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well— The old oaken bucket , the ... father's plantation , And sigh for the bucket that hangs in the well— The old oaken bucket , the iron - bound bucket ...
... father , the dairy - house nigh it , And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well— The old oaken bucket , the ... father's plantation , And sigh for the bucket that hangs in the well— The old oaken bucket , the iron - bound bucket ...
الصفحة 63
... fathers ' native soil ! O stretch thy mighty hand , Gigantic grown by toil , This chant was first published in Coleridge's " Sybilline Leaves " in 1810 . The author of this chant is the oldest of the living poets of America , and one of ...
... fathers ' native soil ! O stretch thy mighty hand , Gigantic grown by toil , This chant was first published in Coleridge's " Sybilline Leaves " in 1810 . The author of this chant is the oldest of the living poets of America , and one of ...
الصفحة 64
... fathers left their home , Their pilot in the blast , O'er untravell'd seas to roam , — Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame , Which no tyranny can tame By its chains . While ...
... fathers left their home , Their pilot in the blast , O'er untravell'd seas to roam , — Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame , Which no tyranny can tame By its chains . While ...
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banner beam beauty Ben Bolt bend beneath billow bird bless bloom blue boys breast breath breeze bright Brooks brow charm clouds dark dear deep dream earth Excelsior fair father Fcap FENNO HOFFMAN fill high flag fond forget gale gentle gleam glowing golden ear hand happy hath heart heaven hope JOSEPH HOPKINSON land leave life's light lips look lyre mariners melody moon of flowers mother Music myrtle and steel neath never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket OSGOOD PARK BENJAMIN PILGRIM ROBERT SOUTHEY ROSALIE CLARE rose round sea-bird SEAMAN'S BETHEL Shirley Brooks shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit star star-spangled banner storm stream summer sung sweet tears thee thine eye thou thought Valentine Vox voice WASHINGTON ALLSTON wave wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wing woodman words yellow corn
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الصفحة 54 - 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 axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And would'st thou hack it down?
الصفحة 63 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
الصفحة 66 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave 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, half conceals, half discloses?
الصفحة 91 - ... Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
الصفحة 66 - 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.
الصفحة 91 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
الصفحة 13 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is frail — its...
الصفحة 65 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
الصفحة 63 - 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.
الصفحة 66 - 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 :