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... bringing together of poetical pieces which are , presumably , well known to the average person , —that is to say , the compiler has endeavoured to illustrate the general taste rather than his own preference . INDEX OF FIRST LINES PAGE ...
... bringing together of poetical pieces which are , presumably , well known to the average person , —that is to say , the compiler has endeavoured to illustrate the general taste rather than his own preference . INDEX OF FIRST LINES PAGE ...
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Thomas William Hodgson Crosland. She sighed sore , and sang full sweet , to bring the babe to rest , That would not cease , but crièd still , in sucking at her breast . She was full weary of her watch , and grievèd with her child ; She ...
Thomas William Hodgson Crosland. She sighed sore , and sang full sweet , to bring the babe to rest , That would not cease , but crièd still , in sucking at her breast . She was full weary of her watch , and grievèd with her child ; She ...
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... jolly good ale and old . ' Now let them drink till they nod and wink , Even as good fellows should do ; They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to ; And all poor souls that have scour'd bowls , Or JOHN STILL 7.
... jolly good ale and old . ' Now let them drink till they nod and wink , Even as good fellows should do ; They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to ; And all poor souls that have scour'd bowls , Or JOHN STILL 7.
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... bring in our meat To thee our most noble adviser ; Our pains shall be great , and bottles shall sweat , And we ourselves will be wiser . We'll labour and smirk , we'll kiss and we'll drink , And tithes shall come thicker and thicker ...
... bring in our meat To thee our most noble adviser ; Our pains shall be great , and bottles shall sweat , And we ourselves will be wiser . We'll labour and smirk , we'll kiss and we'll drink , And tithes shall come thicker and thicker ...
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... bring home rich jewels for thee , And I will for ever love pretty Bessee . Then Bessy she sighed , and thus she did say , My father and mother I mean to obey ; First get their good will , and be faithful to me , And then you shall marry ...
... bring home rich jewels for thee , And I will for ever love pretty Bessee . Then Bessy she sighed , and thus she did say , My father and mother I mean to obey ; First get their good will , and be faithful to me , And then you shall marry ...
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Agincourt Allan Water Allen-a-Dale auld auld lang syne beauty birds blood blow bonny Braes of Yarrow brave bride bright busk Camelot cheer dead dear death doth dream Earl eyes fair father fear flowers frae gallant gold gone grave green Greensleeves hand hath hear heard heart Hearts of oak heaven heir of Linne High trolollie Inchcape Rock John king kiss Lady of Shalott land lassie light live looked Lord loud luve maid Mariner merry moon morning mother Nanie ne'er never night noble Nut-brown Maid o'er Oriana pale poor pray pretty Bessee quoth rose round sails ship sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens slain sleep song sorrow soul spake stood stormy sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou thro Twas unto Vicar of Bray waves weary weep wife wild wind wood wooing o't young
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Page 214 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 206 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Page 331 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 176 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet?
Page 245 - Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near: So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone! over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 211 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Page 245 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 204 - Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Page 332 - Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes,...
Page 283 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...