Songs of Harvard

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Hinds, Noble & Eldridge, 1913 - 226 pages

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Page 75 - A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Page 132 - They hunt no more for the possum and the coon, On the meadow, the hill, and the shore; They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by the old cabin door. The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow, where all was delight; The time has come when the darkies have to part: — Then my old Kentucky home, good-night! The head must bow...
Page 89 - And we cheerily put to sea; And we left the crew of the junk to chew The bark of the rubagub tree.
Page 74 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 125 - Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay; Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away; Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe!
Page 182 - We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground, Give us a song to cheer our weary hearts, a song of home, And friends we love so dear...
Page 160 - ... wunderbar, Ihr goldnes Geschmeide blitzet, Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar. Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme, Und singt ein Lied dabei; Das hat eine wundersame, Gewaltige Melodei. Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe Ergreift es mit wildem Weh; Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe, Er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh.
Page 126 - Missus acted de foolish part, And died for a man dat broke her heart; Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land! Now, here's a health to the next Old Missus, An' all de gals dat want to kiss us; Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land!
Page 166 - Oh lift me from the grass ! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; — Oh ! press it to thine own again, Where it will break at last.
Page 110 - Nor child has he to raise his hope — I would not wish to be the Pope. The Sultan better pleases me, His is a life of jollity; His wives are many as he will — I would the Sultan's throne then fill.

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