Ballads, a Legend of the Rhine, EtcSmith, Elder, 1887 - 364 |
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... cried amàn ; He never sank his sword before the PRINCE OF FRANGHISTAN ; But with traitors all around him , his star upon the wane , He heard the voice of ALLAH , and he would not strive in vain . They gave him what he asked them : from ...
... cried amàn ; He never sank his sword before the PRINCE OF FRANGHISTAN ; But with traitors all around him , his star upon the wane , He heard the voice of ALLAH , and he would not strive in vain . They gave him what he asked them : from ...
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... cries Ned ; The lawyer answered gravely , " ' Tis even as I said ; " Twas thus his gracious Majesty Ordain'd on his death - bed . " See , here the will is witness'd , And here's his autograph . " " In truth , our father's writing ...
... cries Ned ; The lawyer answered gravely , " ' Tis even as I said ; " Twas thus his gracious Majesty Ordain'd on his death - bed . " See , here the will is witness'd , And here's his autograph . " " In truth , our father's writing ...
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... cried , " Potztausend ! Wie ist der Sturm jetzt brausend ? " And looked at Captain Lewis , Who calmly stood and blew his Cigar in all the bustle , And scorned the tempest's tussle . And oft we've thought thereafter How he beat the storm ...
... cried , " Potztausend ! Wie ist der Sturm jetzt brausend ? " And looked at Captain Lewis , Who calmly stood and blew his Cigar in all the bustle , And scorned the tempest's tussle . And oft we've thought thereafter How he beat the storm ...
Strona 41
... Cried , " GEORGE ! SOME BRANDY - AND - WATER ! ” And when , its force expended , The harmless storm was ended , And as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea , I thought , as day was breaking , My little girls were waking , And ...
... Cried , " GEORGE ! SOME BRANDY - AND - WATER ! ” And when , its force expended , The harmless storm was ended , And as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea , I thought , as day was breaking , My little girls were waking , And ...
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... cries his prayer . Look yonder where the engines toil : These England's arms of conquest are , The trophies of her bloodless war : Brave weapons these . Victorious over wave and soil , With these she sails , she weaves , she tills ...
... cries his prayer . Look yonder where the engines toil : These England's arms of conquest are , The trophies of her bloodless war : Brave weapons these . Victorious over wave and soil , With these she sails , she weaves , she tills ...
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archers Bareacres beat betwigst blessed blushing Bouillabaisse brave Brentford Buckley Square Bugo Canute castle church Cossacks cried dear Diddlesex Donnerblitz Duke Duke of Cleves Esquire eyes fair father feller Fitzwarren friars gallant gate gent gentle gentleman Godesberg Grace hair hall hear heart Heaven Helen hermit Holy Hombourg honour hour istates Jack Jeames King Kioff knight Lady Hangelina Lille look Lord Margrave marry Mary Mary Hann Miss Moses ne'er never noble Nora nothink O'Brine o'er pass Pimlico Pluche Plush poor pore pray Prince of Cleves Princess Roger-Bontemps rose round Rowski Saint Buffo Saint Willibald says Shannon shore silver Silvertop sing Sir Ludwig smile splender stood sure sweet thee There's thou thought thousand guineas took town Twas Vich vith WHISTLEBINKIE wind wine Wolfgang wondrous young Otto
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Strona 41 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea, I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
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Strona 116 - ... heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman. A gentleman, or old or young ! (Bear kindly with my humble lays) ; The sacred chorus first was sung Upon the first of Christmas days : The shepherds heard it overhead — The joyful angels raised it then : Glory to Heaven on high, it said, And peace on earth to gentle men.
Strona 75 - tis hard to die of fire! Who will shield the captive knight ? Round the stake with fiendish cry Wheel and dance the savage crowd, Cold the victim's mien and proud, And his breast is bared to die. Who will shield the fearless heart ? Who avert the murderous blade ? From the throng, with sudden start, See, there springs an Indian maid. Quick she stands before the knight, " Loose the chain, unbind the ring, I am daughter of the king, And I claim the Indian right...
Strona 55 - When we are gone, Let them sing on, Round the old tree. Evenings we knew, Happy as this ; Faces we miss, Pleasant to see. Kind hearts and true, Gentle and just, Peace to your dust We sing round the tree. Care, like a dun, Lurks at the gate : Let the dog wait ; Happy we'll be ! Drink, every one ; Pile up the coals, Fill the red bowls, Round the old tree ! Drain we the cup.— Friend, art afraid ? Spirits are laid In the Red Sea.
Strona 52 - It is the lot of saint and sinner. So honest Terre's run his race!" "What will Monsieur require for dinner?" "Say, do you still cook Bouillabaisse?" "Oh, oui, Monsieur," 's the waiter's answer; "Quel vin Monsieur desire-t-il?
Strona 74 - POCAHONTAS. Wearied arm and broken sword Wage in vain the desperate fight : Round him press a countless horde, He is but a single knight. Hark ! a cry of triumph shrill Through the wilderness resounds, As, with twenty bleeding wounds, Sinks the warrior, fighting still. Now they heap the fatal pyre, And the torch of death they light : Ah...
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Strona 139 - Peu connu dans l'histoire ; Se levant tard, se couchant tôt, Dormant fort bien sans gloire, Et couronné par Jeanneton D'un simple bonnet de coton, Dit-on. Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! Quel bon petit roi c'était là ! La, la.