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... o'er his dying bed ; And wearied Heaven with fruitless vows , And fruitless sorrows shed . " " Tis past ! " he cried ; " but , if your souls Sweet mercy yet can move , Let these dim eyes once more behold What they must ever love ! " She ...
... o'er his dying bed ; And wearied Heaven with fruitless vows , And fruitless sorrows shed . " " Tis past ! " he cried ; " but , if your souls Sweet mercy yet can move , Let these dim eyes once more behold What they must ever love ! " She ...
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... o'er and o'er . They fill'd up then a darksome pit With water to the brim , And heaved in poor John Barleycorn , To let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe ; And still , as signs of life appear ...
... o'er and o'er . They fill'd up then a darksome pit With water to the brim , And heaved in poor John Barleycorn , To let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe ; And still , as signs of life appear ...
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... o'er vale and hill , They pass'd by cot and tower ; Through summer's glow and winter's chill , Through sunshine and through shower : But what did those fond playmates care For climate or for weather ? All scenes to them were bright and ...
... o'er vale and hill , They pass'd by cot and tower ; Through summer's glow and winter's chill , Through sunshine and through shower : But what did those fond playmates care For climate or for weather ? All scenes to them were bright and ...
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... O'er many a land and billow , Before a grave they stopp'd at last , Beneath a weeping willow : The moon upon the humble mound Her softest light was flinging ; And from the thickets all around Sad nightingales were singing . " I leave ...
... O'er many a land and billow , Before a grave they stopp'd at last , Beneath a weeping willow : The moon upon the humble mound Her softest light was flinging ; And from the thickets all around Sad nightingales were singing . " I leave ...
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... o'er the grog , all hands delight To toast their sweethearts and their Round went the can , the jest , the glee , While tender wishes fill'd each fancy ; And when , in turn , it came to me , I heaved a sigh , and toasted Nancy ! Next ...
... o'er the grog , all hands delight To toast their sweethearts and their Round went the can , the jest , the glee , While tender wishes fill'd each fancy ; And when , in turn , it came to me , I heaved a sigh , and toasted Nancy ! Next ...
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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.