Songs of SevenRoberts Bros., 1881 - 47 pages |
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afar anchor ANDREW anear aught bells billow birds cannot sing boat bonny bright brim brown call that home daisies and buttercups daisy chain dance dark dear doth EXULTATION Fair yellow daffodils fairer foam fond fool foxglove garden gate GIVING IN MARRIAGE hangs happy and fair hear my song heart heaven heavenly heed Heigh-ho HERE'S HOOD Hush JEAN INGELOW LEANED lessons lift mine eyes linnet listening LONGING FOR HOME lose MATERNITY moon Mother shall thread mother's tenderest words musing nearer nest never light nightingale nurse once port pray you hear purple rear ring ROMANCE sailed sailor SEVEN TIMES FIVE SEVEN TIMES FOUR SEVEN TIMES SEVEN SEVEN TIMES SIX SEVEN TIMES THREE shine shore sleep smiled snow Songs of Seven sunshiny sweet sycamore tall tears thee thou Thy face Thy mother's tenderest to-day wait wake warm white clover WIDOWHOOD wish world happy
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Page 25 - You night-moths that hover where honey brims over From sycamore blossoms, or settle or sleep ; You glow-worms shine out, and the pathway discover To him that comes darkling along the rough steep. Ah, my sailor, make haste, For the time runs to waste, And my love lieth deep — " Too deep for swift telling : and yet, my one lover, I've conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night.
Page 46 - I pray you hear my song of a nest, For it is not long : — You shall never light, in a summer quest The bushes among — Shall never light on a prouder sitter, A fairer nestful, nor ever know A softer sound than their tender twitter, That wind-like did come and go.
Page 46 - I pray you, what is the nest to me, My empty nest ? And what is the shore where I stood to see My boat sail down to the west ? Can I call that home where I anchor yet, Though my good man has sailed ? Can I call that home where my nest was set, Now all its hope hath failed ? Nay, but the port where my sailor went, And the land where my nestlings be : There is the home where my thoughts are sent, The only home for me — Ah me!
Page 40 - O fond, O fool, and blind! To God I gave with tears; But when a man like grace would find, My soul put by her fears, — O fond, O fool, and blind! God guards in happier spheres; That man will guard where he did bind Is hope for unknown years. To hear, to heed, to wed, Fair lot that maidens choose, Thy mother's tenderest words are said, Thy face no more she views; Thy mother's lot, my dear, She doth in naught accuse; Her lot to bear, to nurse, to rear, To love, — and then to lose.
Page 20 - I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late ; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait.
Page 44 - I pray you hear my song of a boat, For it is but short : — My boat, you shall find none fairer afloat, In river or port. Long I looked out for the lad she bore, On the open desolate sea, And I think he sailed to the heavenly shore, For he came not back to me...
Page 29 - Heart, thou art wide though the house be but narrow ' — Sing once, and sing it again. Heigh ho ! daisies and buttercups, Sweet wagging cowslips, they bend and they bow ; A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters, And haply one musing doth stand at her prow.
Page 36 - SEVEN TIMES SIX. GIVING IN MARRIAGETo bear, to nurse, to rear, To watch, and then to lose : To see my bright ones disappear, Drawn up like morning dews — To bear, to nurse, to rear, To watch, and then to lose : This have I done when God drew near Among his own to choose. To hear, to heed, to wed. And with thy lord depart In tears that he, as soon as shed, Will let no longer smart. — To hear, to heed, to wed, This while thou didst I smiled, For now it was not God who said.
Page 29 - Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups, Fair yellow daffodils stately and tall; A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisure, And fresh hearts unconscious of sorrow and thrall, Send down on their pleasure smiles passing...
Page 43 - A song of a boat : — There was once a boat on a billow : Lightly she rocked to her port remote, And the foam was white in her wake like snow, And her frail mast bowed when the breeze would blow, And bent like a wand of willow.