English Songs and BalladsThomas William Hodgson Crosland G. Richards, 1902 - 352 páginas |
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... 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 forests and highlands , 338 Flow gently , sweet Afton ...
... 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 forests and highlands , 338 Flow gently , sweet Afton ...
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... flow From consent divinely framed ; Heaven is music , and thy beauty's Birth is heavenly . These dull notes we sing Discords need for helps to grace them , Only beauty purely loving Knows no discord , But still moves delight , Like ...
... flow From consent divinely framed ; Heaven is music , and thy beauty's Birth is heavenly . These dull notes we sing Discords need for helps to grace them , Only beauty purely loving Knows no discord , But still moves delight , Like ...
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... flow'ry meads in May , If she be not so to me , What care I how fair she be ? Should my heart be griev'd or pin'd ' Cause I see a woman kind ? Or a well - disposèd nature Joinèd with a lovely feature ? Be she meeker , kinder than Turtle ...
... flow'ry meads in May , If she be not so to me , What care I how fair she be ? Should my heart be griev'd or pin'd ' Cause I see a woman kind ? Or a well - disposèd nature Joinèd with a lovely feature ? Be she meeker , kinder than Turtle ...
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... flow confusedly ; A winning wave , deserving note In the tempestuous petticoat ; A careless shoe - string , in whose tie I see a wild civility ; Do more bewitch me , than when art Is too precise in every part . CHERRY RIPE CHERRY ripe ...
... flow confusedly ; A winning wave , deserving note In the tempestuous petticoat ; A careless shoe - string , in whose tie I see a wild civility ; Do more bewitch me , than when art Is too precise in every part . CHERRY RIPE CHERRY ripe ...
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... Flows Yarrow sweet ? as sweet , as sweet flows Tweed , As green its grass , its gowan as yellow , As sweet smells on its braes the birk , The apple frae its rocks as mellow . Fair was thy luve , fair fair indeed thy luve 136 SONGS AND ...
... Flows Yarrow sweet ? as sweet , as sweet flows Tweed , As green its grass , its gowan as yellow , As sweet smells on its braes the birk , The apple frae its rocks as mellow . Fair was thy luve , fair fair indeed thy luve 136 SONGS AND ...
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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
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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...