Songs of SevenRoberts Bros., 1881 - 47 pages |
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66 The skies anear but golden aught bide so late bind Is hope birds cannot sing blind boat bonny boys brave marsh mary call that home cuckoo-buds slender daisies and buttercups daisy chain dear depart In tears didst I smiled Fair yellow daffodils fond fool foxglove shoots gave with tears give ME thy GIVING IN MARRIAGE glow-worms golden brooms grace would find guards in happier happier spheres happy and fair hear hear my song heed Heigh-ho hope for unknown JEAN INGELOW let no longer lift mine eyes linnet longer smart LONGING FOR HOME MARRIAGE Mother shall thread mother's tenderest words naught accuse nest nightingale nurse rear reedy rills Seven times Five Seven times Six shine SONGS OF SEVEN soon as shed soul put sycamore TAILPIECE thou didst thy child Thy face thy lord depart Thy mother's tenderest thy spirit anear UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN white clover WIDOW HOOD world happy
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Page 13 - THERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's, no rain left in heaven : I've said my " seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one.
Page 37 - 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 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 35 - SEVEN TIMES SIX. GIVING IN MARRIAGE. To bear, to nurse, to rear, To wafch, 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 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. I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover. While dear hands are laid on my head ; "The child is a woman, the book may close over. For all the lessons are said.
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 16 - You bells in the steeple, ring, ring out your changes, How many soever they be, And let the brown meadow-lark's note as he ranges Come over, come over to me. Yet birds' clearest carol by fall or by swelling No magical sense conveys, And bells have forgotten their old art of telling The fortune of future days.
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 14 - They are only one times one. 0 moon ! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low ; You were bright ! ah, bright ! but your light is failing, — You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face? I hope if you have you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place.
Page 26 - Heigh ho ! daisies and buttercups ! Mother shall thread them a daisy chain ; Sing them a song of the pretty hedge-sparrow, That loved her brown little ones, loved them full fain ; Sing, ' Heart, thou art wide though the house be but narrow ' — Sing once, and sing it again.