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" And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. "
The Irish quarterly review - Page 218
1855
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The Harbinger: A May-gift

Park Benjamin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Osborne Sargent - Gift books - 1833 - 114 pages
...— and all that Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BALLAD OF THE OVSTERMAN. V It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river side, His shop was...
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The American Monthly Magazine, Volume 1; Volume 7

American literature - 1836 - 694 pages
...breeches — and all that, "And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling." Here is another from the same original and graphic hand — a bold, spirit-stirring lyric. It was written...
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The Laurel: a Gift for All Seasons: Being a Collection of Poems

American poetry - 1836 - 268 pages
...and all that Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling. STANZAS. Bf JGC BRAIHARD. THE dead leaves strew the forest walk, And withered are the pale wild flowers...
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The Book of the Months: A Gift for the Young

Animals - 1839 - 204 pages
...and all that, Are so queer ! " And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree, In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old, forsaken bough Where I cling." The Thanksgiving, that festival peculiar for many years to New England, came round this month. Great...
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The Poets of America: Illustrated by One of Her Painters...

John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 302 pages
...all that Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring — • Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BIRTH OF A POET. BY J. NBAL. OK a blue summer night, While the stars were asleep, Like gems of...
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The Poets of America, Volume 1

John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 304 pages
...Are so queer ! * ^ And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree „ 'm In the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BIRTH OF A POET. BY J. NEAL. ON a blue summer night, While the stars were asleep, Like gems of...
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American Melodies: Containing a Single Selection from the Productions of Two ...

American ballads and songs - 1841 - 376 pages
...and all that, Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough I THINK OF THEE. BY OBOBeK n. PBBVTICB. I THiXi of thee. when morninir springs From sleep with plumage...
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The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...and all that, Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough 346 OLIVER W. HOLMES. OLD IRONSIDES." AT, tear her tatter'd ensign down ! Long has it waved on high,...
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Gems of Poetry, from Forty-eight American Poets: Embracing the Most Popular ...

American poetry - 1848 - 276 pages
...breeches—and all that Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring— Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling. STANZAS. BV J. G. C. BRAINARD. THE dead leaves strew the forest walk, And withered are the pale wild...
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Gems of Poetry

American poetry - 1850 - 264 pages
...and all that Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling. STANZAS. BY JGC BRAINARD. THE dead leaves strew the forest walk, And withered are the pale wild flowers...
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