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angels banner behold beneath blazoned bloom brave breast breath bright brow burning Canaan cheek claim crown dear dream earth echoes eyes faded fair fame fire flame flower foes fold friends gilded gleam glory glow golden greet hand HARRIET BEECHER STOWE hear heart Heaven heaven shall burn hour Howard Pyle JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JUNE 26 land leaves life's lift light lips listening lives look Lord lyre MASSACHUSETTS MEDICAL SOCIETY memory morning mortal never Number o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES pale peaceful PHI BETA KAPPA PHILLIPS ACADEMY POEM poet rhymes robe rose round shadows shine shore sigh silent sing sire skies smile song soul star story strain sweet tale tears tell thee thine thou throbbing throne toil trembling truth verse voice wait wandering warm waves whisper wings words Yankee girls young youth
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Page 77 - One mingling flood of braided light, — The red that fires the Southern rose, With spotless white from Northern snows, And spangled o'er its azure, see The sister stars of Liberty...
Page 47 - GRANDMOTHER'S mother : her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less ; Girlish bust, but womanly air ; Smooth, square forehead with uprolled hair, Lips that lover has never kissed ; Taper fingers and slender wrist ; Hanging sleeves of stiff brocade ; So they painted the little maid. On her hand a parrot green Sits unmoving and broods serene.
Page 80 - Up with our banner bright, Sprinkled with starry light, Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore, While through the sounding sky Loud rings the Nation's cry, — UNION AND LIBERTY ! ONE EVERMORE!
Page 49 - But never a cable that holds so fast Through all the battles of wave and blast, And never an echo of speech or song That lives in the babbling air so long ! There were tones in the voice that whispered then You may hear to-day in a hundred men.
Page 404 - We meet again," — I dreamed not in that idle glance Thy latest image came. And only left to memory's trance A shadow and a name. The few strange words my lips had taught Thy timid voice to speak. Their gentler signs, which often brought Fresh roses to thy cheek, The trailing of thy long loose hair Bent o'er my couch of pain, All, all returned, more sweet, more fair...
Page 207 - I come not here your morning hour to sadden, A limping pilgrim, leaning on his staff, — I, who have never deemed it sin to gladden This vale of sorrows with a wholesome laugh.