The Book of American Songs: With Notes, Biographical and HistoricalHoward Paul Ward and Lock, 1857 - 128 من الصفحات |
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... green sunny slope of the hill , Where oft we have sung ' neath its wide spreading shade , And kept time to the click of the mill ? The mill has gone to decay , Ben Bolt , And a quiet now reigns all around- See the old rustic porch ...
... green sunny slope of the hill , Where oft we have sung ' neath its wide spreading shade , And kept time to the click of the mill ? The mill has gone to decay , Ben Bolt , And a quiet now reigns all around- See the old rustic porch ...
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... green than mine , Then think how sad and lonely This doating heart will be , Which , while it throbs , throbs only , Beloved one , for thee ! Yet do not think I doubt thee , I know thy truth remains ; I would not live without thee , For ...
... green than mine , Then think how sad and lonely This doating heart will be , Which , while it throbs , throbs only , Beloved one , for thee ! Yet do not think I doubt thee , I know thy truth remains ; I would not live without thee , For ...
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... green summer isles ; But what flower of far - away clime can compare With the blossom of ours - bright ROSALIE CLARE . Who owns not she ' s peerless , who calls her not fair , Let him meet but the glances of ROSALIE CLARE ! Let him list ...
... green summer isles ; But what flower of far - away clime can compare With the blossom of ours - bright ROSALIE CLARE . Who owns not she ' s peerless , who calls her not fair , Let him meet but the glances of ROSALIE CLARE ! Let him list ...
الصفحة 52
... green and tall , And he payeth well the reaper's toil , When the husks in the autumn fall . The pointed leaves , And the golden ear , The rustling sheaves , In the ripened year— Sing , boys , sing ! Sing of the yellow corn , Sing , boys ...
... green and tall , And he payeth well the reaper's toil , When the husks in the autumn fall . The pointed leaves , And the golden ear , The rustling sheaves , In the ripened year— Sing , boys , sing ! Sing of the yellow corn , Sing , boys ...
الصفحة 53
... green and tall ; A blessed thing is the yellow corn , When the husks in the autumn fall . Then , sing , boys , sing ! Sing of the yellow corn , Sing , boys , sing , Sing of the yellow corn ! The pointed leaves , And the golden ear , The ...
... green and tall ; A blessed thing is the yellow corn , When the husks in the autumn fall . Then , sing , boys , sing ! Sing of the yellow corn , Sing , boys , sing , Sing of the yellow corn ! The pointed leaves , And the golden ear , The ...
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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 :