American Heritage: An Anthology and Interpretive Survey of Our LiteratureLeon Howard Heath, 1955 - American literature |
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... heart's - blood of his song ; - This , this is he for whom the world is waiting To sing the beatings of its mighty heart , 150 Too long hath it been patient with the grating Of scrannel - pipes , and heard it misnamed Art . To him the ...
... heart's - blood of his song ; - This , this is he for whom the world is waiting To sing the beatings of its mighty heart , 150 Too long hath it been patient with the grating Of scrannel - pipes , and heard it misnamed Art . To him the ...
Page 227
... heart for heart - a trade ? What ! weeping ? why ? Shame on such wooers ' dapper mercery ! I would my lover kneeling at my feet In humble manliness should cry , O sweet ! I know not if thy heart my heart will greet : I ask not if thy ...
... heart for heart - a trade ? What ! weeping ? why ? Shame on such wooers ' dapper mercery ! I would my lover kneeling at my feet In humble manliness should cry , O sweet ! I know not if thy heart my heart will greet : I ask not if thy ...
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... heart's flame Such are the perils he is cast among . 30 " But if he can he has a pretty choice From an anatomy with little to lose Whether he cut my tongue and take my voice Or whether it be my round red heart he choose . " It was the ...
... heart's flame Such are the perils he is cast among . 30 " But if he can he has a pretty choice From an anatomy with little to lose Whether he cut my tongue and take my voice Or whether it be my round red heart he choose . " It was the ...
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The New England Brahmins | 3 |
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW | 9 |
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES | 29 |
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