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This treasury is a collection of lyric poems and some of my college poetry, which I have written and put together in this simple book. The lyric poems are songs, which discuss all aspects of the American lifestyle. I have composed music for most of them even though all of it may not be written down. I start with ordinary social gatherings and expand into the joys and lulls of love and romance. I sing to the people of America and anyone else who will listen. I write about some different types of music that personify our culture. I try to give some cheer to the depressed and sing about growing up in Southern California. Sometimes it is just a song in passing about someone I have known or simply care about. This is my contribution to the American heritage. There is much more, and it would please me if you read on and learn about a softer side of life.
A compilation of more than 120 folk songs, tales, poems, and stories telling the history of America and reflecting its multicultural society. Illustrated by award-winning artists.
A collection of folklore, including an index of authors, titles, and first lines of songs and an index of subjects and names.
An illustrated collection of well-known children's songs.
Excerpt from The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics There appear in the index of Mr. Stedman's Poets of America the names of over three hun dred native writers. American verse in the last half century has been extraordinarily prolific. It would seem that the time has come, in the course of our national literature, for proving all things and holding fast that which is good. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Anthology of poetry
An anthology of almost 800 poems written by 115 American poets.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ... we not from the earth drawn juices Too fine for earth's sordid uses? Have I heard, have I seen All I feel and I know? Doth my heart overween? Or could it have been Long ago? Sometimes a breath floats by me, An odor from Dreamland sent, That makes the ghost seem nigh me Of a splendor that came and went, Of a life lived somewhere, I know not In what diviner sphere, Of memories that stay not and go not, Like music heard once by an ear That cannot forget or reclaim it, A something so shy, it would shame it To make it a show, A something too vague, could I name it, For others to know, As if I had lived it or dreamed it, As if I had acted or schemed it, Long ago! And yet, could I live it over, This life that stirs in my brain, Could I be both maiden and lover, Moon and tide, bee and clover, As I seem to have been, once again, Could I but speak and show it, This pleasure more sharp than pain, That bafiles and lures me so, The world should not lack a poet, Such as it had In the ages glad, Long ago! J. R. LOWELL. THE tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea in the darkness calls and calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls. H. W. LONGFELLOW. FOR a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking; 'Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only...