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William Henry Davenport Adams. The Student's Treasury of English Song . The lyre's voice is lovely everywhere ! MATTHEW ARNOLD . THE STUDENT'S TREASURY OF ENGLISH SONG . Keeley Halswell COLUMBUS.
William Henry Davenport Adams. The Student's Treasury of English Song . The lyre's voice is lovely everywhere ! MATTHEW ARNOLD . THE STUDENT'S TREASURY OF ENGLISH SONG . Keeley Halswell COLUMBUS.
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... , Music , when soft voices die , Near a small village in the West , Never , oh ! never more , No cloud , no relique of the sunken day , .. Nobly , nobly Cape St. Vincent to the north - west died away , A Aird , Thomas ( 14 ) , pp .
... , Music , when soft voices die , Near a small village in the West , Never , oh ! never more , No cloud , no relique of the sunken day , .. Nobly , nobly Cape St. Vincent to the north - west died away , A Aird , Thomas ( 14 ) , pp .
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... heard a challenge - trumpet Sounding in the Pass below , And the distant tramp of horses , And the voices of the foe . WITH SHRIEKS OF HORROR AND A VAULT OF FLAME ! " - ROGERS . " THE ARMS ARE FAIR , WHEN THE INTENT OF.
... heard a challenge - trumpet Sounding in the Pass below , And the distant tramp of horses , And the voices of the foe . WITH SHRIEKS OF HORROR AND A VAULT OF FLAME ! " - ROGERS . " THE ARMS ARE FAIR , WHEN THE INTENT OF.
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... VOICES SPRING SONG . 37 SPRING SONG . OW do tawny bees , along , Plundering sweets from blossoms , hum ; Now do showers of joyous song Down from larks , up - mounting , come ; Everything Now doth sing , Welcome gladness - welcome Spring ...
... VOICES SPRING SONG . 37 SPRING SONG . OW do tawny bees , along , Plundering sweets from blossoms , hum ; Now do showers of joyous song Down from larks , up - mounting , come ; Everything Now doth sing , Welcome gladness - welcome Spring ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath bird born breath bright BROWNING BRYAN WALLER PROCTER BYRON BYSSHE SHELLEY calm Casa Wappy CHARLES MACKAY child cloud COLERIDGE dark dead death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers glory GOETHE golden grace green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour Kilmeny King LEIGH HUNT LIFE'S light live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD LYTTON lyrical LYTTON morning Myrrha never night o'er passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Poems poet poetical poetry ring rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE says SCOTT shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul SOUTHEY spirit spring stars strife sweet tears tender TENNYSON thee thine things thou thought TRUTH voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED WORDSWORTH youth
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Page 461 - Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Page 129 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 401 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Page 498 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 393 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.
Page 493 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity ; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea. Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Page 458 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 52 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Page 393 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.