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... spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong ; His head well arm'd with pointed spears , That no one ...
... spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong ; His head well arm'd with pointed spears , That no one ...
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... spring ; For the woodlands I love , and the oaks waving high , And Echo that sings as I sing . Though deep shades delight me , yet love is my food , As I call the dear name of my Joe ; His musical shout is the pride of the wood , And my ...
... spring ; For the woodlands I love , and the oaks waving high , And Echo that sings as I sing . Though deep shades delight me , yet love is my food , As I call the dear name of my Joe ; His musical shout is the pride of the wood , And my ...
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... spring . Then , Pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; All earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . " Soft as the dew from heav'n descends , His gentle accents fell : The modest stranger ...
... spring . Then , Pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; All earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . " Soft as the dew from heav'n descends , His gentle accents fell : The modest stranger ...
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... spring . " Then , Pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; All earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . " Soft as the dew from heav'n descends , His gentle accents fell : The modest ...
... spring . " Then , Pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; All earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . " Soft as the dew from heav'n descends , His gentle accents fell : The modest ...
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... Spring shall return , and a lover bestow , And thy bosom no trace of misfortune retain . Yet , if pity inspire thee , oh ! cease not thy lay ; Mourn , sweetest companion ! man calls thee to mourn : Oh ! soothe him , whose pleasures ...
... Spring shall return , and a lover bestow , And thy bosom no trace of misfortune retain . Yet , if pity inspire thee , oh ! cease not thy lay ; Mourn , sweetest companion ! man calls thee to mourn : Oh ! soothe him , whose pleasures ...
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A-hunting Afton Allen-a-Dale AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beneath Birket Foster blythe bride bright C. W. Cope charms cried CUMNOR HALL didst dream Duncan EDMUND EVANS EDWIN AND ANGELINA Excelsior EXCELSIOR Longfellow fair famous victory father flowers FRIAR OF ORDERS G. H. Thomas GLEAM OF SUNSHINE Hallò Harrison Weir hast Hazeldean heard heart heav'n HERMIT OF DREUX Hollo INCHCAPE ROCK John Barleycorn KEYNE KING HENRY lady LOCHINVAR lonely look'd LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER loud MILE OF EDINBRO MILL-STREAM mother night o'er OLD GREEN LANE ORDERS GRAY pass'd Queen quoth 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 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 wooing o't YARROW VISITED
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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 149 - 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 147 - 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.