Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
And 'twas there that Annie Laurie
Gived me her promise true.
Gived me her promise true
Which ne'er forgot shall be
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and die.
Her brow is like the snow drift,
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face, it is the fairest
That e'er the sun...
[45] An Annie.
Dem Himmel sei Dank,
Die Gefahr ist vorüber!
Wohl bin ich noch krank,
Doch das schreckliche Fieber,
5 Das Lebensfieber,
Ist glücklich bekämpft,
Ist endlich gedämpft.
La lune n’était point ternie,
Le ciel était tout étoilé ;
Et moi, j’allai trouver Annie
Dans les sillons d’orge et de blé.
Oh ! les sillons d’orge et de blé !
Le cœur de ma chère maîtresse
Était étrangement troublé.
Je baisai le bout de sa tresse,
Dans les sillons d’orge et de blé.
Oh ! les sillons d’orge et de blé !
Que...
La lune n’était point ternie,
Le ciel était tout étoilé ;
Et moi, j’allai trouver Annie
Dans les sillons d’orge et de blé.
Oh ! les sillons d’orge et de blé !
Le cœur de ma chère maîtresse
Était étrangement troublé.
Je baisai le bout de sa tresse,
Dans les sillons d’orge et de blé !
Oh ! les sillons d’orge et de blé !
Que sa...
Little orphant Annie ’s come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups and saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
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’ has the...
Spirit of “fire and dew,”
Whither hast fled?
Thy soul they never knew
Who call thee dead.
Deep thoughts of why and how
Shadowed thine eyes:
Thou hast the answers now
Straight from the skies.
Thrilled with a double power,
Nature and Art,—
Dowered with a double dower,
Reason and heart,—
Little Orphant Annie ’s come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups and saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep;
An’ all us other childern, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the...
Thank Heaven! the crisis,—
The danger is past,
And the lingering illness
Is over at last,—
And the fever called “Living”
Is conquered at last.
Sadly, I know,
I am shorn of my strength,
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length,—
But no matter!—I feel
I am better at length.
And I...
Who Died at Milan, June 6, 1860
“Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him.”
—JOHN xx. 15.
IN the fair gardens of celestial peace
Walketh a gardener in meekness clad;
Fair are the flowers that wreathe...
