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... father's hall ; No faithless husband then me grieved , No chilling fears did me appal . I rose up with the cheerful morn , No lark more blythe , no flower more gay ; And like the bird that haunts the thorn , So merrily sung the livelong ...
... father's hall ; No faithless husband then me grieved , No chilling fears did me appal . I rose up with the cheerful morn , No lark more blythe , no flower more gay ; And like the bird that haunts the thorn , So merrily sung the livelong ...
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... father , too , a sordid man , Who love nor pity knew , Was all unfeeling as the clod From whence his riches grew . Long had he seen their secret flame , And seen it long unmov'd ; Then with a father's frown at last He sternly disapprov ...
... father , too , a sordid man , Who love nor pity knew , Was all unfeeling as the clod From whence his riches grew . Long had he seen their secret flame , And seen it long unmov'd ; Then with a father's frown at last He sternly disapprov ...
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... father , his hand on his sword , poor craven bridegroom said never a word , ) ( For the “ O come ye in peace here , or come ye in war , Or to dance at our bridal , young Lord Lochinvar ! " " I long woo'd your daughter , my suit you ...
... father , his hand on his sword , poor craven bridegroom said never a word , ) ( For the “ O come ye in peace here , or come ye in war , Or to dance at our bridal , young Lord Lochinvar ! " " I long woo'd your daughter , my suit you ...
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... father is good , And kind is my lover , hard by : They both work together beneath the green shade , Both woodmen , my father and Joe ; Where I've listen'd whole hours to the echo that made So much of a laugh or- Hallo ! From my basket ...
... father is good , And kind is my lover , hard by : They both work together beneath the green shade , Both woodmen , my father and Joe ; Where I've listen'd whole hours to the echo that made So much of a laugh or- Hallo ! From my basket ...
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... Father Time , As hoarse as any raven ; And Love kneel'd down to spell the rhyme Upon the rude stone graven : But Hope look'd onward , calmly brave , And whisper'd , " Dearest brother , We're parted on this side the grave , We'll meet ...
... Father Time , As hoarse as any raven ; And Love kneel'd down to spell the rhyme Upon the rude stone graven : But Hope look'd onward , calmly brave , And whisper'd , " Dearest brother , We're parted on this side the grave , We'll meet ...
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A-hunting Afton Allen-a-Dale AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beneath Birket Foster blythe bride bright charms cried CUMNOR HALL dream Duncan EDMUND EVANS EDWIN AND ANGELINA Excelsior fair father flowers FRIAR OF ORDERS G. H. Thomas Hallò hand Harrison Weir hast Hazeldean heard heart heav'n HERMIT OF DREUX Hollo INCHCAPE ROCK INVERNESS John Barleycorn KEYNE KING HENRY lady Lochinvar lonely look'd LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER loud merry MILE OF EDINBRO MILL-STREAM mother ne'er Netherby never night o'er OLD GREEN LANE ORDERS GRAY pass'd Queen quoth reach'd RICHMOND HILL river Dee ROBIN REDBREAST round RUPERT'S MARCH Samuel Palmer seem'd sigh sigh'd sing sleep smiled sorrow SPANISH ARMADA steed stormy STORMY PETREL SUMMER WOODS sweet tears There's nae luck tree turn'd Twas vale village waves weep whisp'ring with thee whoop wild William Harvey wind wonnot wooing o't YARROW VISITED young Lochinvar
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Page 65 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 33 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Page 8 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 57 - As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.
Page 33 - TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Page 151 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Page 24 - I Remember, I Remember. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window 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...
Page 30 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?
Page 149 - IT was a summer evening. Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Page 38 - I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die: 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.