Rowen: "second Crop" SongsCharles Scribner's Sons, 1892 - 101 страница |
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babe Ball battle blossoms she gave blow blue breast breath Chakey Einstein Christian Christmas tree Death dream earth eyes face fair Fame's fancy fiddle-bows go fire flint-lock Fond Fourth of July Fresh gate grace Grandfather Watts grass Hail hair Is dancing hand head hear heart heroes hickory Hohenzollern knew Lady Kitty's land laugh light look Love's lovers Madge the Belle Magdalena Marble nor canvas minuet naught o'er old lady OLD MAN'S old tune old-time air once owff Browdway Peace pen and ink Primrose Day Prudence quiver rise rose round ROWEN Rupert SERVE with love Sevilla Shakspere silent sing smile song soul sound spirit Spring stir swell tell his genius thee There'll never There's things thou tune turn unto voice wait wander wind yellow hair York town
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Страница 90 - He would cry and laugh with glee — It wasn't the china closet, But he still had Two and Three. "You are up in papa's big bed-room, In the chest with the queer old key," And she said, "You are warm and warmer; But you're not quite right,
Страница 89 - IT was an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy that was half-past three; And the way that they played together Was beautiful to see. She couldn't go running and jumping, And the boy, no more could he; For he was a thin little fellow, With a thin little twisted knee. They sat in the yellow sunlight, Out under the maple tree; And the game that they played I'll tell you, Just as it was told to me. It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing...
Страница 90 - I'll tell you, Just as it was told to me. It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing, Though you'd never have known it to be, With an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy with a twisted knee. The boy would bend his face down On his one little sound right knee, And he'd guess where she was hiding, In guesses One, Two, Three! "You are in the china closet!
Страница 90 - And he found her with his Three. Then she covered her face with her fingers, That were wrinkled and white and wee, And she guessed where the boy was hiding, With a One and a Two and a Three. And they never had stirred from their places, Right under the...
Страница 48 - His world-wide fame shrinks to this littleness. Yet if, a half a century from to-day, A tender smile about our old lips play, And if our grandchild query whence it came, We '11 say:
Страница 97 - Columbia!" to the breeze. And I tell you the old man never heard When we joined in the chorus, word for word! But he sang out strong to the bright blue sky; And if voices joined in his Fourth of July, He heard them as echoes from days gone by. And when he had done, we all slipped back, As still as we came, on our twisting track, While words more clear than the flint-lock shots Rang in our ears. And Grandfather Watts? He shouldered the gun his father bore, And marched off home, nor '-west by nor'.
Страница 63 - EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THOUGH to his song the reeds respondent rustle That cradled Pan what time all song was young, Though in a new world city's restless bustle He sounds a lyre in fields Sicilian strung; Though his the power the days of old to waken, Though Nature's melody 's as clear to him As ere of dryads were the woods forsaken, And the fresh world of myth grew faint and dim — A dearer grace is his when men's eyes glisten With closer sympathies his page above, And near his spirit draws to...
Страница 95 - WATTS used to tell us boys That a Fourth wa'n'ta Fourth without any noise. He would say, with a thump of his hickory stick, That it made an American right down sick To see his sons on the Nation's Day Sit round, in a sort of a listless way, With no oration and no...
Страница 74 - ... Brighton's Race (Where you 're wholly out of place, For no Jew in Time's long course Knew one thing about a horse) ; Fond of life, and fond of fun (Once your "beezness" wholly done); Open-handed, generous, free, Full of Christian charity (Far more full than he who pokes At your avarice his jokes) ; Fond of friends, and ever kind To the sick and lame and blind (And, though loud you else may be, Silent in your charity); Fond of Mrs. Einstein and Her too-numerous infant band, Ever willing they should...