Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466 |
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Strona vii
... true heart of kind- liness . - " Reverend Sirs , For you there's rosemary and rue ; these keep Seeming and savor , all the Winter long . Grace and remembrance be to you ! " " Hot lavender , mints , savory , marjoram , The marigold ...
... true heart of kind- liness . - " Reverend Sirs , For you there's rosemary and rue ; these keep Seeming and savor , all the Winter long . Grace and remembrance be to you ! " " Hot lavender , mints , savory , marjoram , The marigold ...
Strona ix
... true ideal of gift - books , and console the workers in it with the comfortable thought of one true and worthy present , worthily accompanied , to those unknown friends for whom we make all our books and paint all our pictures . However ...
... true ideal of gift - books , and console the workers in it with the comfortable thought of one true and worthy present , worthily accompanied , to those unknown friends for whom we make all our books and paint all our pictures . However ...
Strona xii
... true ? ..HUNT 36 36 JENNY KISSED ME Jenny kissed me when we met , LOVE All thoughts , all passions , all delights , LADY ANN BOTHWELL'S LAMENT Balow , my babe , ly stil and sleipe ! LITTLE AND GREAT A traveller , through a dusty road ...
... true ? ..HUNT 36 36 JENNY KISSED ME Jenny kissed me when we met , LOVE All thoughts , all passions , all delights , LADY ANN BOTHWELL'S LAMENT Balow , my babe , ly stil and sleipe ! LITTLE AND GREAT A traveller , through a dusty road ...
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... true love still conquers by the deep strength of truth ; How all the impulses , whose native home is heaven , Sanctify the visions of hope , and faith , and youth ? ' Tis for such they waken . When every worldly thought is utterly ...
... true love still conquers by the deep strength of truth ; How all the impulses , whose native home is heaven , Sanctify the visions of hope , and faith , and youth ? ' Tis for such they waken . When every worldly thought is utterly ...
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... a bonny bower , And clad it a ' wi ' lilye flour ; A brawer bower ye ne'er did see Than my true love he built for me . LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW . There came a man 15 LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW My love he built me a bonny bower,
... a bonny bower , And clad it a ' wi ' lilye flour ; A brawer bower ye ne'er did see Than my true love he built for me . LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW . There came a man 15 LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW My love he built me a bonny bower,
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Strona 168 - 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.
Strona 243 - ... 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!
Strona 172 - 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!
Strona 60 - 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!
Strona 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Strona 89 - 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.
Strona 262 - 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!
Strona 302 - 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.
Strona 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Strona 308 - 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.