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... there grows , Proudest , and sweetest , a strange white rose , Yet thorns dwell around the spot where it blows , So maidens beware of the wild young rose . But there is one hour , One word of power , The secret one happy lady knows , To ...
... there grows , Proudest , and sweetest , a strange white rose , Yet thorns dwell around the spot where it blows , So maidens beware of the wild young rose . But there is one hour , One word of power , The secret one happy lady knows , To ...
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... There are no signs of care ; But my pleasures are not now , love , What childhood's pleasures were . I remember , & c . Then the bowers , then the bowers , Were as blithe as blithe could be ; And all their radiant flowers , Were ...
... There are no signs of care ; But my pleasures are not now , love , What childhood's pleasures were . I remember , & c . Then the bowers , then the bowers , Were as blithe as blithe could be ; And all their radiant flowers , Were ...
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... there's water in the pathless main ; Tell her , I'll love her till this life is o'er , And then my ghost shall visit this sweet shore ; Tell her , I only ask she'll think of me- I'll love her while there's salt within the sea . Tell her ...
... there's water in the pathless main ; Tell her , I'll love her till this life is o'er , And then my ghost shall visit this sweet shore ; Tell her , I only ask she'll think of me- I'll love her while there's salt within the sea . Tell her ...
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... there's the world in your kiss ; Day is not day if your presence I miss , Ah ! no ' tis a night cold and moonless as this . Pretty star of my soul , & c . SWEET EYES . SWEET eyes , sweet eyes , how beautiful ye are , Sweet eyes , sweet ...
... there's the world in your kiss ; Day is not day if your presence I miss , Ah ! no ' tis a night cold and moonless as this . Pretty star of my soul , & c . SWEET EYES . SWEET eyes , sweet eyes , how beautiful ye are , Sweet eyes , sweet ...
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... there a man can mark unmoved , Dear woman's tearful eye ? Oh , bear him to some distant shore , Or solitary cell , Where nought but savage monsters roar , Where love ne'er deigned to dwell . For there's a charm in woman's eye , A ...
... there a man can mark unmoved , Dear woman's tearful eye ? Oh , bear him to some distant shore , Or solitary cell , Where nought but savage monsters roar , Where love ne'er deigned to dwell . For there's a charm in woman's eye , A ...
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Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...