The Children's Treasury of English SongMacmillan, 1875 - 302 էջ |
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... fair ! ' I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; ' The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , 55 ' When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey . ' Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ...
... fair ! ' I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; ' The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , 55 ' When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey . ' Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ...
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... But finding soon a smoother road` Beneath his well - shod feet , The snorting beast began to trot , Which gall'd him in his seat . 64 as a soldier 74 equipp'd , dressed out So , ' Fair and softly ! ' John he 18 The Children's Treasury.
... But finding soon a smoother road` Beneath his well - shod feet , The snorting beast began to trot , Which gall'd him in his seat . 64 as a soldier 74 equipp'd , dressed out So , ' Fair and softly ! ' John he 18 The Children's Treasury.
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Francis Turner Palgrave. So , ' Fair and softly ! ' John he cried , 85 But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon , In spite of curb and rein . So stooping down , as needs he must Who cannot sit upright , He grasp❜d the ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. So , ' Fair and softly ! ' John he cried , 85 But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon , In spite of curb and rein . So stooping down , as needs he must Who cannot sit upright , He grasp❜d the ...
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... fair , ' And yet that face forsake ? How could you win my virgin heart , ' Yet leave that heart to break ? 40 ' Why did you say my lip was sweet , ' And made the scarlet pale ? ' And why did I , young witless maid ! ' Believe the ...
... fair , ' And yet that face forsake ? How could you win my virgin heart , ' Yet leave that heart to break ? 40 ' Why did you say my lip was sweet , ' And made the scarlet pale ? ' And why did I , young witless maid ! ' Believe the ...
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... FAIR maid sat at her bower - door , Wringing her lily hands ; And by it came a sprightly youth Fast tripping o'er the strands . ' Where gang ye , young John , ' she says , Sae early in the day ? ' It gars me think , by your fast trip ...
... FAIR maid sat at her bower - door , Wringing her lily hands ; And by it came a sprightly youth Fast tripping o'er the strands . ' Where gang ye , young John , ' she says , Sae early in the day ? ' It gars me think , by your fast trip ...
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Էջ 126 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Էջ 55 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Էջ 19 - Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out, "Well done!
Էջ 135 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. 130 Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Էջ 98 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Էջ 82 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Էջ 77 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Էջ 97 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
Էջ 77 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Էջ 83 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.