The Children's Treasury of English SongMacmillan, 1875 - 302 pages |
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... dead , ' To haunt the faithless swain . ' Bethink thee , William , of thy fault , ' Thy pledge and broken oath ! ' And give me back my maiden - vów , 6 And give me back my troth , ' Why did you promise love to me , ' And not that ...
... dead , ' To haunt the faithless swain . ' Bethink thee , William , of thy fault , ' Thy pledge and broken oath ! ' And give me back my maiden - vów , 6 And give me back my troth , ' Why did you promise love to me , ' And not that ...
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... dead As any corpse could be . Then spake her cruel stepminnie , ' Take ye the burning lead , 60 65 ' And drop a drop on her bosom , ' To try if she be dead . ' They dropp'd the hot lead on her cheek , They dropp'd it on her chin , 70 ...
... dead As any corpse could be . Then spake her cruel stepminnie , ' Take ye the burning lead , 60 65 ' And drop a drop on her bosom , ' To try if she be dead . ' They dropp'd the hot lead on her cheek , They dropp'd it on her chin , 70 ...
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... dead ; Yet beautiful and bright he stood As born to rule the storm ! A creature of heroic blood , A proud , though child - like form ! C. Dibdin The flames roll'd on - he would not go Without his Father's word ; That Father , faint in ...
... dead ; Yet beautiful and bright he stood As born to rule the storm ! A creature of heroic blood , A proud , though child - like form ! C. Dibdin The flames roll'd on - he would not go Without his Father's word ; That Father , faint in ...
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... ! 15 Sleep on , sleep on , thou mighty dead ! A glorious tomb they've found thee ; The broad blue sky above thee spread : The boundless ocean round thee . Unknown 20 * 20 * LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE TOLL for of English Song . 37.
... ! 15 Sleep on , sleep on , thou mighty dead ! A glorious tomb they've found thee ; The broad blue sky above thee spread : The boundless ocean round thee . Unknown 20 * 20 * LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE TOLL for of English Song . 37.
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... dead Night from underground ; At whose rising , mists unsound , Damps and vapours , fly apace , Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures , where they come Striking dead both bud and bloom : Therefore from such danger lock 35 40 ...
... dead Night from underground ; At whose rising , mists unsound , Damps and vapours , fly apace , Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures , where they come Striking dead both bud and bloom : Therefore from such danger lock 35 40 ...
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Alice Annie Arethusa auld Robin Gray Belisarius beneath birds bonny bower breath bright Brignall Brignall banks charms cheer cold cried Cumnor Hall dark Date obolum dead dear deep door doth echoing green Ellen Brine Erymanthus eyes fair fair Annie fast father fear flocks flower GAY GOSHAWK Gilpin grave gray green Greta woods hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill John John Anderson John Gilpin kiss'd lady lamb light live lonely look'd Lord Lord Gregory loud Lyca maid maiden maun morning mother mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er pale pleasure poem poets Robin Goodfellow round Scots kirk seem'd shepherd sing sleep song soon soul sound spring star storm sweet thee There's thou thought tower turn'd Twas urgit vale voice vrom waves weel weep wild Wordsworth young youth ΙΟ
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Page 126 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 55 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Page 19 - Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out, "Well done!
Page 135 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. 130 Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 98 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Page 82 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 77 - 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.
Page 97 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
Page 77 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Page 83 - 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 ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.