Household song, collection of lyrical pieces, with illustr. by B. Foster, etc1861 |
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... fate resembles mine . Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme . These woes of mine fulfil , Here , firm , I rest , they must be best , Because they are Thy Will ! Then all I want , ( O , do thou grant This one request of mine ! ) Since ...
... fate resembles mine . Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme . These woes of mine fulfil , Here , firm , I rest , they must be best , Because they are Thy Will ! Then all I want , ( O , do thou grant This one request of mine ! ) Since ...
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... In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed , And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid , Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade , By love's simplicity betray'd , TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY . And guileless trust , Till 24.
... In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed , And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid , Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade , By love's simplicity betray'd , TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY . And guileless trust , Till 24.
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... fate of simple Bard , On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd ! Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore , Till billows rage , and gales blow hard , And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n , Who long with wants ...
... fate of simple Bard , On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd ! Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore , Till billows rage , and gales blow hard , And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n , Who long with wants ...
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... fate , In pleasure's lap carest ; Yet think not all the rich and great Are likewise truly blest . But , oh ! what crowds in every land Are wretched and forlorn ! Through weary life this lesson learn , That man was made to mourn . Many ...
... fate , In pleasure's lap carest ; Yet think not all the rich and great Are likewise truly blest . But , oh ! what crowds in every land Are wretched and forlorn ! Through weary life this lesson learn , That man was made to mourn . Many ...
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... fate . Aft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon , To see the woodbine twine , And ilka bird sang o ' its luve , And sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose , Frae off its thorny tree , And my fause luver staw the rose , But left ...
... fate . Aft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon , To see the woodbine twine , And ilka bird sang o ' its luve , And sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose , Frae off its thorny tree , And my fause luver staw the rose , But left ...
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Aft ha'e Amang the rigs asleep by thy auld baith BALLOCHMYLE barley beating beneath birk Birket Foster blast bliss blythe bonnie Doon bosom break my heart BROOK-SIDE BRUAR WATER CAPTAIN GROSE'S PEREGRINATIONS charm CHILDREN'S BIBLE PICTURE-BOOK CHURCH BELLS cloth gilt DUNCAN GRAY EDMONSTON EDWIN AND EMMA Ev'n Fareweel fate Fcap Flow gently flowers Frae fragrant G. H. Thomas ha'e I roved happy night HARRISON WEIR heart I pu'd hour HUMBLE PETITION JERROLD JOHN GILBERT kiss'd LASS OF RICHMOND luve MARY IN HEAVEN Mary's asleep maun MILLER morocco MOUNTAIN DAISY mourn Numbers o'er owre PATERNOSTER ROW PETITION OF BRUAR pow'r pride pu'd a rose remember RICHMOND HILL rigs are bonnie river Dee Robin dear ROBIN REDBREAST roved by bonnie See'st thou thy sigh'd sing smiles sound I heard sweet Afton thee Thou'lt break Thou'rt wrong thro WANDERED wanton weary wooing o't YE banks ye'll
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Էջ 10 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Էջ 25 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Էջ 24 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Էջ 23 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Էջ 2 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Էջ 43 - GRAY came here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Էջ 9 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine...
Էջ 35 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene.
Էջ 50 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Էջ 35 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.