English Songs and BalladsThomas William Hodgson Crosland G. Richards, 1902 - 352 páginas |
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... Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , · 269 110 110 74 80 Flow down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Follow thy fair sun , unhappy shadow ,. For auld lang syne , my dear , Four and twenty bonny boys , From Oberon , in fairy land , . From the ...
... Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , · 269 110 110 74 80 Flow down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Follow thy fair sun , unhappy shadow ,. For auld lang syne , my dear , Four and twenty bonny boys , From Oberon , in fairy land , . From the ...
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... fear , cast away care , · Hark ! now everything is still , Hark , hark , the lark at Heaven's gate sings , He is gone on the mountain , · Her arms across her breast she laid , PAGE 16 66 · 352 182 122 109 • 151 269 342 266 96 19 88 245 ...
... fear , cast away care , · Hark ! now everything is still , Hark , hark , the lark at Heaven's gate sings , He is gone on the mountain , · Her arms across her breast she laid , PAGE 16 66 · 352 182 122 109 • 151 269 342 266 96 19 88 245 ...
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... Fear oftentimes restraineth words , But makes not thought to cease ; And he speaks best that hath the skill When for to hold his peace . Our wealth leaves us at death ; Our kinsmen at the grave ; But virtues of the mind unto The heavens ...
... Fear oftentimes restraineth words , But makes not thought to cease ; And he speaks best that hath the skill When for to hold his peace . Our wealth leaves us at death ; Our kinsmen at the grave ; But virtues of the mind unto The heavens ...
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... fear can take no place , Then weary works make warriors each other to embrace , And leave their force that failed them , which did consume the rout , That might before have lived in peace their time and nature out : Then did she sing as ...
... fear can take no place , Then weary works make warriors each other to embrace , And leave their force that failed them , which did consume the rout , That might before have lived in peace their time and nature out : Then did she sing as ...
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... fear : Such cares my mind can never bear . I press to bear no haughty sway ; I wish no more than may suffice ; I do no more than well I may , Look what I want , my mind supplies ; Lo , thus I triumph like a king , My mind's content with ...
... fear : Such cares my mind can never bear . I press to bear no haughty sway ; I wish no more than may suffice ; I do no more than well I may , Look what I want , my mind supplies ; Lo , thus I triumph like a king , My mind's content with ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Agincourt Allan Water Allen-a-Dale auld auld lang syne beauty birds blood blow bonny Braes of Yarrow brave bride bright busk Camelot cheer dead dear death doth dream Earl eyes fair father fear flowers frae gallant gold gone grave green Greensleeves hand hath hear heard heart Hearts of oak heaven heir of Linne High trolollie Inchcape Rock John king kiss Lady of Shalott land lassie light live looked Lord loud luve maid Mariner merry moon morning mother Nanie ne'er never night noble Nut-brown Maid o'er Oriana pale poor pray pretty Bessee quoth rose round sails ship sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens slain sleep song sorrow soul spake stood stormy sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou thro Twas unto Vicar of Bray waves weary weep wife wild wind wood wooing o't young
Pasajes populares
Página 214 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 206 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Página 331 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 176 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet?
Página 245 - Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near: So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone! over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 211 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Página 245 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 204 - Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Página 332 - Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes,...
Página 283 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...