Old-fashioned RosesLongmans, Green, 1891 - 145 頁 |
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AFTERWHILES allus BEAUTIFUL CITY Bessie died bides bless bloom blossoms blue brown thrush cap-rim cricket Curly Locks cushion and sew days gone dear dream drip dusk eyes face fairy FAME fancy feast upon strawberries feed the swine feller FRUIT-PIECE glad glad hand gleaming golden russets hair hand hearse went glimmering heart Heaven HERR WEISER IKE WALTON'S PRAYER ILLILEO KRIST KINDEL lands of Long laugh lifted lily lips lisp little girl Little Haly LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE Little Tommy Smith little white hearse Lockerbie street long ago mother muscadine night Nothin o'er Old Aunt Mary's old sweetheart old swimmin'-hole orchard lands peach is highest pink ripest peach ROBERT BURNS round sacramental wine SCRAWL shadder shade shalt not wash sigh sing smile song somewhere soul SOUTH WIND sugar and cream sunshine sweet tears thare tree truant wandered Whare whur WILLIAM LEACHMAN winesap
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第 113 頁 - Of the angels lookin' out as we left Paradise; But the merry days of Youth is beyond our controle, And it's hard to part ferever with the old swimmin'-hole. Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the happy days of yore, When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore, Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tide That gazed back at me so gay and glorified, It made me love myself, as I leaped to caress My shadder smilin' up at me with sich tenderness.
第 54 頁 - There! little girl, don't cry! There! little girl, don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know; And the glad, wild ways Of your school-girl days Are things of the long ago; But life and love will soon come by.— There! little girl, don't cryl There! little girl, don't cry!
第 49 頁 - And the song of the thrush when the skies are gray; The sunshine showers across the grain, And the bluebird trills in the orchard tree; And in and out, when the eaves drip rain, The swallows are twittering ceaselessly. There Is ever a song somewhere...
第 37 頁 - I pray not that Men tremble at My power of place And lordly sway, — I only pray for simple grace To look my neighbor in the face Full honestly from day to day — Yield me his horny palm to hold, And I'll not pray For gold; — The tanned face, garlanded with mirth, It hath the kingliest smile on earth — The swart brow, diamonded with sweat, Hath never need of coronet.
第 100 頁 - An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep ; An' all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an...
第 50 頁 - This restless, curling head from off your breast, This lisping tongue that chatters constantly ; If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again ; If the white feet into the grave had tripped, I could not blame you for your heartache then.
第 127 頁 - The stubble in the furries — kindo' lonesome-like, but still A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill; The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed; The hosses in theyr stalls below — the clover overhead ! — O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.