The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 páginas |
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... 'er the blooming plain , Spies that lily weeping , Newly washed with rain ! Fondly bends he o'er it , Blowing drops away , With a kiss restores it , Lady of the May ! POOR TOM . THEN farewell , my trim - built 6 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
... 'er the blooming plain , Spies that lily weeping , Newly washed with rain ! Fondly bends he o'er it , Blowing drops away , With a kiss restores it , Lady of the May ! POOR TOM . THEN farewell , my trim - built 6 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
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Quaver. POOR TOM . THEN farewell , my trim - built wherry , Oars and coat , and badge , farewell ; Never more at Chelsea ... poor Tom . THE KISS . THE kiss , dear maid , thy lips have left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours ...
Quaver. POOR TOM . THEN farewell , my trim - built wherry , Oars and coat , and badge , farewell ; Never more at Chelsea ... poor Tom . THE KISS . THE kiss , dear maid , thy lips have left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours ...
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Quaver. THE MAID OF LLANGOLLEN . THO ' lowly my lot and poor my estate , I see without envy the wealthy and great , Contented and proud a poor shepherd to be , While the maid of Llangollen smiles sweetly on me . My way o'er the mountain ...
Quaver. THE MAID OF LLANGOLLEN . THO ' lowly my lot and poor my estate , I see without envy the wealthy and great , Contented and proud a poor shepherd to be , While the maid of Llangollen smiles sweetly on me . My way o'er the mountain ...
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... poor , or grave or mad , We every day grow older . Bring the flask , & c . Friendship ! O thy smile's divine ! Bright in all its features ; What but friendship , love , and wine , Can make us happy creatures ? Bring the flask , & c ...
... poor , or grave or mad , We every day grow older . Bring the flask , & c . Friendship ! O thy smile's divine ! Bright in all its features ; What but friendship , love , and wine , Can make us happy creatures ? Bring the flask , & c ...
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... poor our poesy , In language what decay , what decay . ' Tis true the frautful tongue can speak , To all each hope and fear ; But to a glance , its voice how weak , How feeble to a tear . Sweet eyes , & c . WAPPING OLD STAIRS . YOUR ...
... poor our poesy , In language what decay , what decay . ' Tis true the frautful tongue can speak , To all each hope and fear ; But to a glance , its voice how weak , How feeble to a tear . Sweet eyes , & c . WAPPING OLD STAIRS . YOUR ...
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Página 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 47 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Página 14 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Página 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Página 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Página 378 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 379 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Página 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...