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... deep , Where the grey trout lies asleep , Up the river , and over the lea , That's the way for Billy and me . Where the blackbird sings the latest , Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest , Where the nestlings chirp and flee , That's ...
... deep , Where the grey trout lies asleep , Up the river , and over the lea , That's the way for Billy and me . Where the blackbird sings the latest , Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest , Where the nestlings chirp and flee , That's ...
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... deep , and strong is he , And I must ford the Ettrick o'er , Unless you pity me . " The iron gate is bolted hard , At which I knock in vain ; The owner's heart is closer barr'd , Who hears me thus complain . " Farewell , farewell ! and ...
... deep , and strong is he , And I must ford the Ettrick o'er , Unless you pity me . " The iron gate is bolted hard , At which I knock in vain ; The owner's heart is closer barr'd , Who hears me thus complain . " Farewell , farewell ! and ...
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... deep gasp , and then The parting groan . Oh , change ! —oh , wondrous change ! Burst are the prison bars- This moment there , so low , So agonised , and now Beyond the stars ! Oh , change ! —stupendous change ! There lies the soulless ...
... deep gasp , and then The parting groan . Oh , change ! —oh , wondrous change ! Burst are the prison bars- This moment there , so low , So agonised , and now Beyond the stars ! Oh , change ! —stupendous change ! There lies the soulless ...
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... Deep in unfathomable mines Of never - failing skill , He treasures up His bright designs , And works His sovereign will . Ye fearful saints , fresh courage take ! The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy , and shall break In ...
... Deep in unfathomable mines Of never - failing skill , He treasures up His bright designs , And works His sovereign will . Ye fearful saints , fresh courage take ! The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy , and shall break In ...
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... deep , And the harbour bar be moaning . Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down , And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come home to the town ; For men ...
... deep , And the harbour bar be moaning . Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down , And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come home to the town ; For men ...
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Popular passages
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.