The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 |
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... keep me awake ; Nor corn in my garner , nor fruit on the tree , Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me . Rich Owen will tell you with eyes full of scorn , Threadbare is my coat , and my hosen are torn ; Scoff on , my rich Owen ...
... keep me awake ; Nor corn in my garner , nor fruit on the tree , Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me . Rich Owen will tell you with eyes full of scorn , Threadbare is my coat , and my hosen are torn ; Scoff on , my rich Owen ...
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... And the baron's retainers were blithe and gay , And keeping their Christmas holiday ; The baron beheld with a father's pride , His beautiful child , young Lovell's bride ; While she , with her bright eyes , seem'd to 30 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
... And the baron's retainers were blithe and gay , And keeping their Christmas holiday ; The baron beheld with a father's pride , His beautiful child , young Lovell's bride ; While she , with her bright eyes , seem'd to 30 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
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... keep life's clouds away , At least twill make them lighter pass , Or gild them if they stay ; If ever care his discord flings , O'er life's enchanted strain , Let love but gently touch the strings- " Twill all be sweet again . I give ...
... keep life's clouds away , At least twill make them lighter pass , Or gild them if they stay ; If ever care his discord flings , O'er life's enchanted strain , Let love but gently touch the strings- " Twill all be sweet again . I give ...
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... keeps moving with two horse might . Ri too ral , & c . CHILD OF EARTH WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR . CHILD of earth with the golden hair , Thy soul's too pure and thy face too fair , To dwell with creatures of mortal mould , Whose lips 68 A ...
... keeps moving with two horse might . Ri too ral , & c . CHILD OF EARTH WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR . CHILD of earth with the golden hair , Thy soul's too pure and thy face too fair , To dwell with creatures of mortal mould , Whose lips 68 A ...
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Quaver. The minstrel fell , but the foeman's chains , Could not keep his proud soul under , The harp he loved ne'er spoke again , He tore the strings asunder ; And said , " no chains shall sully thee , Thou soul of love and bravery , Thy ...
Quaver. The minstrel fell , but the foeman's chains , Could not keep his proud soul under , The harp he loved ne'er spoke again , He tore the strings asunder ; And said , " no chains shall sully thee , Thou soul of love and bravery , Thy ...
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