The Children's Treasury of English SongMacmillan, 1875 - 302 էջ |
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... true . Then over all , that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe , His long red cloak , well - brush'd and neat , 75 He manfully did throw . Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed , Full slowly pacing o'er the stones ...
... true . Then over all , that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe , His long red cloak , well - brush'd and neat , 75 He manfully did throw . Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed , Full slowly pacing o'er the stones ...
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... the view . But love had , like the cankerworm , Consumed her early prime : The rose grew pale , and left her cheek ; She died before her time . 12 reft , taken 5 ΙΟ 15 20 ' Awake ! ' she cried , ' thy true 24 The Children's Treasury.
... the view . But love had , like the cankerworm , Consumed her early prime : The rose grew pale , and left her cheek ; She died before her time . 12 reft , taken 5 ΙΟ 15 20 ' Awake ! ' she cried , ' thy true 24 The Children's Treasury.
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Francis Turner Palgrave. ' Awake ! ' she cried , ' thy true Love calls , Come from her midnight grave ; ' Now let thy pity hear the maid , ' Thy love refused to save ! ' This is the dumb and dreary hour , ' When injured ghosts complain ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. ' Awake ! ' she cried , ' thy true Love calls , Come from her midnight grave ; ' Now let thy pity hear the maid , ' Thy love refused to save ! ' This is the dumb and dreary hour , ' When injured ghosts complain ...
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... TRUE SWEETHEART A 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 ...
... TRUE SWEETHEART A 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 ...
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... true Love from me . ' Unknown 45 -'O how can I carry a letter to her ? 5 ' Or how should I her know ? ' I bear a tongue ne'er with her spake , ' And eyes that ne'er her saw . ' -'O well shall ye my true Love ken ' So soon as ye her see ...
... true Love from me . ' Unknown 45 -'O how can I carry a letter to her ? 5 ' Or how should I her know ? ' I bear a tongue ne'er with her spake , ' And eyes that ne'er her saw . ' -'O well shall ye my true Love ken ' So soon as ye her see ...
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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.