The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four PartsC. Scribner, 1868 |
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... hath readier will than fear . Nay , do not close the shutters , child , For far along the lane The little window looks , and he Can see it shining plain . I've heard him say , he loves to mark The cheerful firelight through the dark ...
... hath readier will than fear . Nay , do not close the shutters , child , For far along the lane The little window looks , and he Can see it shining plain . I've heard him say , he loves to mark The cheerful firelight through the dark ...
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... hath wished , " Said all , " whatc'er it be . " Kind Mabel heard the words they spake , And from the lonesome glen Unto the good old grandmother , Went gladly back again . Thus it happened to Mabel , On that midsummer - day , And these ...
... hath wished , " Said all , " whatc'er it be . " Kind Mabel heard the words they spake , And from the lonesome glen Unto the good old grandmother , Went gladly back again . Thus it happened to Mabel , On that midsummer - day , And these ...
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... hath wreathed it Where her quiet foliage waves , And old Kentucky breathes it hoarse Through all her ancient caves . Wachuset holds its lingering tone Within his rocky heart ; And Alleghany graves the notes Throughout his lofty chart ...
... hath wreathed it Where her quiet foliage waves , And old Kentucky breathes it hoarse Through all her ancient caves . Wachuset holds its lingering tone Within his rocky heart ; And Alleghany graves the notes Throughout his lofty chart ...
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... hath its delights , And its delusions too ; But home to calmer bliss invites , More tranquil and more true . The mountain flood is strong , But fearful in its pride ; While gently rolls the stream along The peaceful valley's side ...
... hath its delights , And its delusions too ; But home to calmer bliss invites , More tranquil and more true . The mountain flood is strong , But fearful in its pride ; While gently rolls the stream along The peaceful valley's side ...
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... who would not fly ? For one day of freedom , oh ! who would not die ? In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains— The dead fear no tyrants , the grave hath no chains ! On , on to the combat ! the heroes that GARLAND . 159.
... who would not fly ? For one day of freedom , oh ! who would not die ? In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains— The dead fear no tyrants , the grave hath no chains ! On , on to the combat ! the heroes that GARLAND . 159.
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