Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466 oldal |
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xvii. oldal
... live with me , and be my love , MARLOWE 162 THE NYMPH'S REPLY · • RALEIGH . 163 If that the world and love were young , TO THE UNSATISFIED . . WINSLOW 165 Why thus longing , thus forever sighing DIRGE IN CYMBELINE .... . COLLINS 167 To ...
... live with me , and be my love , MARLOWE 162 THE NYMPH'S REPLY · • RALEIGH . 163 If that the world and love were young , TO THE UNSATISFIED . . WINSLOW 165 Why thus longing , thus forever sighing DIRGE IN CYMBELINE .... . COLLINS 167 To ...
19. oldal
... live a life of reason , And that's the only life to live . Through youth and age in love excelling , We'll hand in hand together tread ; Sweet - smiling peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet - smiling babes , our bed . How ...
... live a life of reason , And that's the only life to live . Through youth and age in love excelling , We'll hand in hand together tread ; Sweet - smiling peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet - smiling babes , our bed . How ...
35. oldal
... live to mak him blest , I'm blest aboon the lave . And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy with the thought : In troth I'm like to greet . WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE . JENNY KISSED ME . JENNY kissed me ...
... live to mak him blest , I'm blest aboon the lave . And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy with the thought : In troth I'm like to greet . WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE . JENNY KISSED ME . JENNY kissed me ...
37. oldal
... Live o'er again that happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay , Beside the ruined tower . The moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there - my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ...
... Live o'er again that happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay , Beside the ruined tower . The moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there - my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ...
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... me sair to see thee weipe . Bairne , sin thy cruel father's gane , Thy winsome smiles maun eise my paine ; My babe and I'll together live ; He'll comfort me when cares doe grieve : LITTLE AND GREAT . My babe and I right saft 42.
... me sair to see thee weipe . Bairne , sin thy cruel father's gane , Thy winsome smiles maun eise my paine ; My babe and I'll together live ; He'll comfort me when cares doe grieve : LITTLE AND GREAT . My babe and I right saft 42.
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angels beautiful bells beneath bird blessed boys break breast breath bright bring brow cheek child close cold comes dead dear Death deep door dream eyes face fair fear feel feet flowers friends give gold gone grave green grow hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN king kiss knew land leaves light lips live look Mary meet moon morning never night o'er once pale passed past peace poor rest river rose round sail seemed shine sighs silent sing sleep smile soft SONG soon soul sound spirit stand stars Summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thing thou thought tree true turn Twas voice watch weary wild wind young youth
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168. oldal - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
243. oldal - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
172. oldal - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
60. oldal - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
181. oldal - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
89. oldal - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
262. oldal - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
302. oldal - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
163. oldal - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
308. oldal - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.