The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics

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t the same

sterday

wift blades

seen

land the

how it be

t the

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boatmen le

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sleeps. Her

nd of w

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n thy

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help. I cl

ws from the B

I wait

e, Ma

Jac

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he sullen

m the Mas

gs of jo

soul through e

the ravis

he knew

s in its m

of the win

April-loose

es with

eamed whe

urmurous

g a

cal moon

very boug

the brook

om the dist

ough its glo

wayed to

ight as

wonderf

g a

have we not

aid, "Live

ot for cause

all feelin

th the winds in

e and we w

d to share i

exhaustib

rom the earth

r earth's s

eard, ha

eel and

heart

d it ha

g a

a breath f

rom Dream

the ghost s

or that cam

ved somewher

divine

that stay no

heard onc

forget or

so shy, it w

e it a

oo vague, cou

hers t

lived it o

d acted or

g a

ould I liv

hat stirs i

both maiden

ide, bee a

o have been

t speak an

re more sha

les and l

hould not l

as

e age

g a

Low

ises, the

ises, the

darkens, the

ea-sands da

r hastens to

e rises, th

tles on roof

the darkness

s, with their s

footprints

e rises, th

aks; the steeds

igh, as the

turns, but

traveller

e rises, th

Longf

l of th

of the yea

a later a

r's garishn

night tincture

e shadows

wider 'bout

es that by

ounds, gently p

e year do

lows a sca

h needle o

small auxiliar

cricket's s

neath me,

night, it soo

ere is Natu

chirps ben

s made his

wn fainter bu

umn o'er the

in fleets m

ross some m

tack and v

hurried click b

oods, these

beys its Ma

heir hollow a

touch the prel

drawing fro

y lays it

e hand hath p

ep upon the old

t birch is b

pool is strew

upon their

that sees, no he

s through the

and yellow l

d texture

burrs my heirloo

e trees, so p

no wealth

s brave a

r boughs to th

they are whic

of Winter

simple R

of their Per

Tho

Rhod

ED, WHENCE I

a-winds pierced

resh Rhodora

eafless blooms

desert and the

etals, falle

water with th

ed-bird come his

lower that chea

the sages

wasted on the

that if eyes were

s its own exc

there, O riv

ght to ask,

imple ignora

r that brought me

Eme

tu

! I do n

highest in

meteor i

hat may ra

phyr that

eeds by the

hy most p

run my

thdrawn, u

igh upon

woods, wit

he still

work give

it nea

ather be

in the fo

king of me

vereign sla

Tho

traw

ruit of fru

thee. I as

much of re

rth, and mixe

spice: what wa

darkness, len

shining thr

fields in bo

tendrils d

nd clover's

oots dig dow

meadow's h

ations of g

om long line

room for

mrade by t

creeping

journeys

right and

homage wo

ild bees as

honey drin

bathe and

calendared

w all May

to have thy

r nights let

cool thy pe

fruits, no

d seek thy

hand and da

t of deli

ast, all thi

empire tho

Jac

umble

ozing hu

art is cl

ail for Po

ts through

ollow th

mated to

erer, dese

se thy wav

arer, me t

er shrubs

over of

thy d

f the at

ough the wa

of light

ean of

rithee, t

rshot of

out is m

uth wind, i

et of sh

the hori

oftness to

human co

olor of

sing sub

e sod to

sunny s

the und

silence do

mellow, b

mmer's pe

me thy dr

ountless s

nd solid ban

sweetness

wilderne

eace, immor

r, and bird-

savory o

insect n

s and bilb

p and da

reen flag ha

to match

with hor

ern, and

chfly, adde

-roses, d

e was unk

icture as

r than h

eeched ph

nly what

nly what

mock at fa

aff, and tak

erce northw

nd land so

ady slumb

t thou cans

oe, which

makes ri

Eme

ummer

ain cast off,

ge my thoughts

eadow, where

ind to hit the

good, and so

's life were ri

ead, that was n

books, unless hi

ie beneath thi

r the Greeks o

attles are

ts upon this h

it till I th

ck the gods w

ax will the

eave some rock

e to attend som

usiness with t

, the clouds pr

shortly when t

dsgrass and wil

nicer skill tha

t is pillow

quite over

rdial clouds h

ls the wind to

rops are fallin

ol, some in th

nched upon my

obe come rollin

nely planet t

nks into my g

trees for all t

are distills f

e it is makes

rystals on the

sun will never

ith his beams e

cks,-they woul

aded coat d

Tho

e Dan

er, that grow'st

usty road with

ge of blit

luck, and, full

uccaneers, o'e

in the grass

e rich earth

alth, thou art

rouder summer-

ine ne'er drew

rimeval hush

kled the

b the lover's

s largess, which

oor alike, wi

hearts nev

t God's valu

ealth with un

tropics an

ee unlocks a

s thou

t, and heed not

ne the golden

summer-like w

te lily's

Sybaris, than

reen thy yellow

f deep shadows

ere in sun th

the bree

rushes lean a

t slumber in

the wind, o

e distance s

d gap, and o

cloud like a str

liest thoughts are

ee calls back t

the dark

r, sang clearl

ure in chi

if I heard a

heaven, which

day to my un

flowers and I w

rodigal doth

all thy gold,

chest me

ly of every

lects in joy i

could some wond

pay the l

ild's undoubt

living pages

Low

mbered

p of pearl, whi

unshadow

ous bark t

ummer wind its

nted, where th

l reefs

maids rise to sun t

iving gauze n

s the shi

y chambe

reaming life wa

nant shaped his

ee lies r

g rent, its sunle

ear beheld t

d his lust

s the sp

t year's dwelli

step its shining

p its i

st-found home, and

eavenly message

the wande

her lap,

lips a clear

ton blew from

mine ear

es of thought I hear

e stately mans

wift sea

low-vaul

emple, nobler

heaven with a

at lengt

grown shell by li

Hol

ou

art thou th

t outside th

e idle armor

The morn's bri

; then, in s

at the window

ride for life.

, while false

rn; at last, i

thee, leave t

and'st before me

eamed-of treasu

r, thy royal

. Thou art th

Jac

an

deeper than

eper than

ouls can n

themselves

irits cla

an was n

eep commu

the shad

eart was n

mind did n

olumns l

ple once

tars that

though se

ht we scat

s but star

social

bling sum

wise ph

lancing o

n the su

attered star

en we l

-eyed world

our soul

t which gav

inspira

never drew

parted dr

ill they m

all absor

flowing

Cra

ona

's gate the

yellow ne

rowsy snar

s fell on

ng's gate, unq

, and laughed

at last, to

ter, bei

bowed benea

face with l

hour-glass

its shi

at wouldst th

turned, a

e one in dre

I want

king, and f

e crown and

must have kno

er king

he gates, unq

nd beggar h

e king, "Sha

s throne

ughed. Free w

from the kin

ines the crow

his prese

's gate the

yellow ne

r sleep in

s waked o

o there! Ha

The cry ran

ing, they la

that fre

s gate the m

not. They ca

is eldest

his fathe

Jac

ust of

his counter

shall reme

f lineament

was of Tu

e burning se

care and s

hip for the l

all the wo

f this wan

s life was,

ny Beat

in that

Ghibelline'

e guessed the

eiled with h

s of eter

s Cum?'s c

ith fast and

front, alm

e patient

fe whose cou

ill, though

h the waverin

icy-chaste

such his

g once, forlo

mpanion sa

hushed mona

the Benedi

on the conv

boon for wh

hat pilgrim'

not here,-thi

o spirit

warrior sol

e man of

s mien when

f that strang

e peopled w

of many a

last he wag

canker-worm

uke, in hol

rk hour that

's harlot fo

e hypocrisy

souls of k

to the rol

e verdicts m

ghteous jud

ld exile, s

's other

name the

are parcel

e hearts, as

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he Treasury'

ll Street's m

nd Gentiles

trade and la

by hour, the

in the ear

-chimes, se

y's undaunt

heard a stran

above the m

ries of gre

war, the auc

on Music's

ll this strife

sweet-do-n

irtle-robed

stilled th

joyous rose,

instrel, wh

ainst a Do

droning o

ld a Pan's-p

f old) to li

out that stra

imself had

through this

g to the

of some pa

had crosse

shepherd, nym

usan time

nd twenty ce

cap was o

hus-there wa

h crispy lock

rns were somew

t, cased in

s on some friez

, patched of

crooked shanks

quivering re

mouth their c

goat's-eyes

passing cur

as on Trin

d herdsmen ra

tradesmen fro

d porters, cro

nd bears to

Court and New

f pastoral

from every w

passers sta

on, rough

Daphnis,

at the Bro

Cyclops h

cloak of a

a joined t

pple-vendin

Silenus st

-fangled lunc

e piper, wi

p Yankee Do

and a pe

Fauns bega

s all in ta

egs were ba

e gathering

pence and c

e shepherd-m

d struck the

Nature, b

r vernal passi

s on the vin

e Arethu

fold the spe

n these oce

waves eter

of the souls

I,-but am

lue, with

d the vagr

im from the

I mused up

dead!"-and a

r ways:-and

sounded from

Ste

sp

I cannot

had song-b

the last

y days, t

of lark

dead leave

been swal

he passio

rd longs a

I shall

an feel

ence of th

, sweet

the brown l

will no

eir wild

ring down

t and h

Low

ds.

inging roun

sweetest e

my cage t

ver catc

ghts my brai

ng there al

l not fold t

ttle cage

Sto

Stoddard," copyright, 1880

urs A

ell me, D

ge does L

yes have sc

ree, my fa

racle of

aches, sly

little ar

your pre

learn a h

ell me, D

e rosy l

tell you

ng I can't

ounger las

ell me, Gri

rt and head

hoary Lo

osts put o

embers b

chill Dec

ill soft ha

s to smoot

ove give up

ell me, Gri

wise old l

ass and stre

e I can't

older sag

Ste

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ng but a ros

g but

ht rob of ha

nd tha

it from my tre

hand as

g touch upon

thrills t

d, pressed bet

d fold

upon her bre

make

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M

e Burden o

that it a

love; we me

meet on ea

ch other to

meet on ea

ime for tear

fall and l

r Tears, is

on the ear

r Tears, is

this wide e

Wil

ung Gir

OF FRESH P

Sunday: mindf

branches, fou

wither; thine s

lms thou bear

nt, though but

dom than my

remble,-we, wi

mystery of li

faith, art gif

rs, and teach

alms, triumpha

palmer, never

ster, give me,

n,-for my love

rims, travelling

pilgrimage may

Par

t of Sh

lay the g

e Gates o

not the gho

only shor

e said: "Now

e very sta

speak,-what

ail on! Sail

w mutinous

ghastly, w

e thought of

washed his

I say, brave

naught but s

all say, at

il on! Sail

d sailed, as wi

t the blanch

ot even God

d all my me

winds forge

these dread

ve Adm'ral; sp

il on! Sail

ey sailed! Then

shows its te

s lip, he l

teeth, as

l, say but o

e do when ho

aped as a le

il on! Sail

Mil

ete Poetical Works

isi G

ity, builded

achable by

ailable b

soldiery f

onger shall d

easures,-doin

rfare, mercha

it beside the

God's own foots

tyrs, and tho

nce and were b

them and walk

ions of sub

ion, the pe

ulty that He

ight, busy, an

Par

ll

summe

the dew

cking purp

e should co

g-lights t

ping out

I sung, my

sten ho

a, it fell

te gulls ro

moon dropped

ghts hid o

ntly the

own the c

the night and

ll I com

Spo

K T

ol's P

east was do

new sport to

jester crie

nd make for

offed his ca

he mocking

not see the

painted g

head, and b

onarch's s

g voice aro

ful to m

rd, could ch

h wrong to w

heal the si

ful to m

y guilt the

right, O Lo

r follies

earth from

y feet, stil

blossoms w

ell-meaning h

art-strings

d truth we mi

sharp it pie

had not se

ow grandly

no tendernes

stripes must cl

blunders-o

eyes of hea

no balsam f

knave, and s

will; but T

ul to me,

hushed; in

d sought his

apart, and

ful to me

. S

mask Of Abra

th keep the ve

artyr's face.

l wisdom, al

rous mouth; thos

landscape all th

fit for sorr

o beat on; t

atient lips too

he who ruled

prophet of t

e the tempest

hought and more

is beyond the

th: his pure an

Gil

o

own since I k

e as water is

of old at the fi

trange to me,

Gil

ead Wo

fe; but one kiss

e face of Death

keep it fresh on

Silence give

Bun

ner," copyright, 1884, 1892, 18

st

n as moonlight,

loveliness a

florist's win

over bought.

wer, that night, o

ose, as virg

tangles of a

dow, with new g

cy palm of he

Ald

Ki

id unto

ts are fa

ot carry t

! what sh

ble Kings

that are d

e so from

d my fathe

to the man

ering, fo

e ranks! W

to lose

by the li

n not well

by the o

hall inter

is the ver

n event o

st of hea

than all t

f the past

ubt and b

Thirst of

n to the o

in a cloud

etted Vai

th the spoi

nd thy be

ngs of et

n the hil

is with b

n the las

ot sensibl

t the ga

g, fighting

n against