Songs of Home: Selected from Many Sources ; with Numerous Illustrations from Original DesignsC. Scribner and Company, 1871 - 176 էջ |
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... scenes of my childhood , When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard , the meadow , the deep - tangled wildwood , And every loved spot which my infancy knew ! 2 THE BUCKET . The wide - spreading pond ,. 1.
... scenes of my childhood , When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard , the meadow , the deep - tangled wildwood , And every loved spot which my infancy knew ! 2 THE BUCKET . The wide - spreading pond ,. 1.
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... deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret : O Death in Life ! the days that are no more . ALFRED TENNYSON THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR . A YOUTH , light.
... deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret : O Death in Life ! the days that are no more . ALFRED TENNYSON THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR . A YOUTH , light.
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... deep , The mother beautiful was brought ; Then dropped the child asleep . But now the dream is wholly o'er , I bathe mine eyes and see ; And wander through the world once more , A youth so light and free . 8 THE LORDS OF THULE . Two ...
... deep , The mother beautiful was brought ; Then dropped the child asleep . But now the dream is wholly o'er , I bathe mine eyes and see ; And wander through the world once more , A youth so light and free . 8 THE LORDS OF THULE . Two ...
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... deep and safe Within the rocky cleft : The little anchor on the right , The great one on the left . And now to thee , O captain , Most earnestly I pray , That they may never bury me In church or cloister gray ; But on the windy sea ...
... deep and safe Within the rocky cleft : The little anchor on the right , The great one on the left . And now to thee , O captain , Most earnestly I pray , That they may never bury me In church or cloister gray ; But on the windy sea ...
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... Deep where the heart - throbs sink and swell , With a tenderness she can never tell , Though she murmur the words Of all the birds , Words she has learned to murmur well ? Now he thinks he'll go to sleep ! I can see the shadow creep ...
... Deep where the heart - throbs sink and swell , With a tenderness she can never tell , Though she murmur the words Of all the birds , Words she has learned to murmur well ? Now he thinks he'll go to sleep ! I can see the shadow creep ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON AULD ROBIN GRAY awoke from sleep beauty BELLS OF SHANDON Bingen birds blessed Bobbett bonnie lassie breast brow bucket cattle home Charlie's sake cheek chestnut rails cold dark dead dear deep dost dream Edward eyes fair father flowers frae FRANCIS MAHONY grave grief hae killed hair heard heart heaven Jean JEANIE MORRISON John Anderson JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kiss knee kye come hame lay asleep Leal lips LIVING LOST look Macdonough maiden mair Mary MAUD MULLER Meärianne mischief brews moon morning mother never night o'er old familiar faces old oaken bucket pale quhat wul remember Rhine river Lee round sand shine silent sing smile snow song sorrow sweet tears tell thee There's THOMAS HOOD thou thought tree Twas W. J. Linton wean weary wedding WEEL BEFA weep WILLIAM MOTHERWELL Willie window zour
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Էջ 47 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Էջ 88 - And saw Maud Muller standing still. "A form more fair, a face more sweet, Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet. "And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair.
Էջ 164 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Էջ 93 - It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Էջ 29 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Էջ 160 - They are only one times one. 0 moon ! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low ; You were bright ! ah bright ! but your light is failing — You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face ? 1 hope if you have you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place.
Էջ 86 - Muller, on a summer's day, Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But, when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast — A wish that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
Էջ 137 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Էջ 14 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Էջ 39 - The burn sang to the trees, And we, with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies ; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi