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... breast and wipe thy bill . Come , my feather'd friend , again , Well thou know'st the broken pane ; Ask of me thy daily store , Ever welcome to my door . Langhorne . MARY ANN'S CHILD . MARY ANN was alone with her baby in arms , In her ...
... breast and wipe thy bill . Come , my feather'd friend , again , Well thou know'st the broken pane ; Ask of me thy daily store , Ever welcome to my door . Langhorne . MARY ANN'S CHILD . MARY ANN was alone with her baby in arms , In her ...
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James Stuart Laurie. Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm - tree ) , For his eyes are a - shut , and his hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free , For his soul we do know is to ...
James Stuart Laurie. Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm - tree ) , For his eyes are a - shut , and his hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free , For his soul we do know is to ...
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... breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the snow ; Heav'n save us all from a death like this , On the ...
... breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the snow ; Heav'n save us all from a death like this , On the ...
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... breast were born , One more thy poor child requires . Fall gently and still , good corn , Lie warm in thy earthly bed ; And stand so yellow some morn , For beast and man must be fed . Now steady and sure again , And measure of stroke ...
... breast were born , One more thy poor child requires . Fall gently and still , good corn , Lie warm in thy earthly bed ; And stand so yellow some morn , For beast and man must be fed . Now steady and sure again , And measure of stroke ...
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... breast of his waistcoat . No. The handkerchief was not to be found . Alas ! it had been left in the wagon ! This was very annoying . What else could he make use of ? Take off his jacket and hold it up ? It was not gay enough in color ...
... breast of his waistcoat . No. The handkerchief was not to be found . Alas ! it had been left in the wagon ! This was very annoying . What else could he make use of ? Take off his jacket and hold it up ? It was not gay enough in color ...
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Page 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.