Choice English Lyrics

Choice English Lyrics

by James Baldwin

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Overview

Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and artwork.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9783744788304
Publisher: Bod Third Party Titles
Publication date: 05/01/2019
Pages: 374
Product dimensions: 5.83(w) x 8.27(h) x 0.83(d)

About the Author

James Baldwin (1924-1987) was a celebrated African-American novelist, essayist, poet, and social critic. He spent much of his career abroad, which allowed him to gather perspective on the racial, sexual, and social tensions inherent in American society. He is best known for his novel Go Tell it On a Mountain, and his book of essays Notes of a Native Son.

Date of Birth:

August 2, 1924

Date of Death:

December 1, 1987

Place of Birth:

New York, New York

Place of Death:

St. Paul de Vence, France

Education:

DeWitt Clinton High School, New York City

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The whistling ploughman stalks afield; and, hark ! Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon rings; Thro' rustling corn the hare astonish'd springs ; Slow tolls the village-clock the drowsy hour; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower, And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tower. James Beattie. 4- A GREETING. Pack clouds, away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ; Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow; To give my Love good-morrow, Notes from them both I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, Robin Redbreast, Sing birds in every furrow; And from each hill let music shrill Give my fair Love good-morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow! You pretty Elves, amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good-morrow: To give my Love good-morrow Sing birds in every furrow ! Thomas Heywood. chapter{Section 45- MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May ! that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee and wish thee long. John Milton. 6. HUNTING SONG. Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, All the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks arewhistling, horns are knelling, M...

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