Household song, collection of lyrical pieces, with illustr. by B. Foster, etc1861 |
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... sing , In russet gown and apron blue . The village church , among the trees , Where first our marriage vows were given , With merry peals shall swell the breeze , And point with taper spire to heaven . E - EVARSSO EDWIN AND EMMA . 2.
... sing , In russet gown and apron blue . The village church , among the trees , Where first our marriage vows were given , With merry peals shall swell the breeze , And point with taper spire to heaven . E - EVARSSO EDWIN AND EMMA . 2.
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... sing , In russet gown and apron blue . The village church , among the trees , Where first our marriage vows were given , With merry peals shall swell the breeze , And point with taper spire to heaven . い BELANES EDWIN AND EMMA . 2.
... sing , In russet gown and apron blue . The village church , among the trees , Where first our marriage vows were given , With merry peals shall swell the breeze , And point with taper spire to heaven . い BELANES EDWIN AND EMMA . 2.
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... sings so sweetly In the falling of the year . Bright yellow , red , and orange , The leaves come down in hosts ; The trees are Indian Princes , But soon they'll turn to ghosts ; The leathery pears and apples Hang russet on the bough ...
... sings so sweetly In the falling of the year . Bright yellow , red , and orange , The leaves come down in hosts ; The trees are Indian Princes , But soon they'll turn to ghosts ; The leathery pears and apples Hang russet on the bough ...
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... sing With voice so loud and free , While I am sad , though I'm the King , Beside the river Dee ? " The miller smiled and doff'd his cap : " I earn my bread , " quoth he ; " I love my wife , I love my friend , I love my children three ...
... sing With voice so loud and free , While I am sad , though I'm the King , Beside the river Dee ? " The miller smiled and doff'd his cap : " I earn my bread , " quoth he ; " I love my wife , I love my friend , I love my children three ...
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... sing ; Each of the twelve good days Its earnest yield of duteous love and praise , Ensuring happy months , and hallowing common ways . Wake me again , my mother dear , That I may hear The peal of the departing year . O well I love , the ...
... sing ; Each of the twelve good days Its earnest yield of duteous love and praise , Ensuring happy months , and hallowing common ways . Wake me again , my mother dear , That I may hear The peal of the departing year . O well I love , the ...
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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.