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SONG IN “ THE ORPHAN . ” THOMAS OTWAY . Born 1651 — Died 1685 . Come
all ye youths whose hearts e ' er bled By cruel beauty ' s pride , Bring each a
garland on his head , Let none his sorrows hide ; But hand in hand around me
move ...
SONG IN “ THE ORPHAN . ” THOMAS OTWAY . Born 1651 — Died 1685 . Come
all ye youths whose hearts e ' er bled By cruel beauty ' s pride , Bring each a
garland on his head , Let none his sorrows hide ; But hand in hand around me
move ...
Page 153
Through youth and age in love excelling , We'll hand in hand together tread ;
Sweet - smiling peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet - smiling
babes , our bed . How should I love the pretty creatures , While round my knees
they ...
Through youth and age in love excelling , We'll hand in hand together tread ;
Sweet - smiling peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet - smiling
babes , our bed . How should I love the pretty creatures , While round my knees
they ...
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... bosom I ' ll hug my treasure ; Gin I had ance her gear in my hand , Should love
turn dowf , it will find pleasure . Laugh on wha likes , but there ' s my hand , I hate
with poortith , though bonny , to meddle , Unless they bring cash , or a lump of ...
... bosom I ' ll hug my treasure ; Gin I had ance her gear in my hand , Should love
turn dowf , it will find pleasure . Laugh on wha likes , but there ' s my hand , I hate
with poortith , though bonny , to meddle , Unless they bring cash , or a lump of ...
Page 130
This said - all breathless , sick and pale , Her head upon her hand , She found
her vital spirits fail , And senses at a stand . Sylvander then began to melt : But
ere the word was given , The heavy hand of death she felt , And sigh ' d her soul
to ...
This said - all breathless , sick and pale , Her head upon her hand , She found
her vital spirits fail , And senses at a stand . Sylvander then began to melt : But
ere the word was given , The heavy hand of death she felt , And sigh ' d her soul
to ...
Page 274
Then spoke the bride ' s father , his hand on his sword , ( For the poor craven
bridegroom said never a word , ) “ 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 ...
Then spoke the bride ' s father , his hand on his sword , ( For the poor craven
bridegroom said never a word , ) “ 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 ...
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Page 28 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee...
Page 250 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 249 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Page 72 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Page 83 - Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time...
Page 88 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Page 240 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 266 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 27 - 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 274 - 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!