A Book of Favourite Modern BalladsJ. C. W. Kent & Company, 1860 - 167 páginas |
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... weep , Save Philomel on yonder thorn . " My spirits flag , my hopes decay— Still that dread death - bell smites my ear And many a boding seems to say , ' Countess , prepare : thy end is near ! ' " Thus , sore and sad , that lady grieved ...
... weep , Save Philomel on yonder thorn . " My spirits flag , my hopes decay— Still that dread death - bell smites my ear And many a boding seems to say , ' Countess , prepare : thy end is near ! ' " Thus , sore and sad , that lady grieved ...
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... weeping willow : The moon upon the humble mound Her softest light was flinging ; And from the thickets all around Sad nightingales were singing . " I leave you here , " quoth Father Time , As hoarse as any raven ; And Love kneel'd down ...
... weeping willow : The moon upon the humble mound Her softest light was flinging ; And from the thickets all around Sad nightingales were singing . " I leave you here , " quoth Father Time , As hoarse as any raven ; And Love kneel'd down ...
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... weeping , For her husband was far on the wild raging sea ; And the tempest was swelling round the fisherman's dwelling , And she cried , " Dermot , darling , oh ! come back to me . ” Her beads while she number'd , the baby still slumber ...
... weeping , For her husband was far on the wild raging sea ; And the tempest was swelling round the fisherman's dwelling , And she cried , " Dermot , darling , oh ! come back to me . ” Her beads while she number'd , the baby still slumber ...
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... follows wealth or fame , And leaves the wretch to weep ! " And love is still an emptier sound , The modern fair - one's jest ; On earth unseen , or only found To warm the turtle's nest .. For shame , fond youth , thy sorrows hush.
... follows wealth or fame , And leaves the wretch to weep ! " And love is still an emptier sound , The modern fair - one's jest ; On earth unseen , or only found To warm the turtle's nest .. For shame , fond youth , thy sorrows hush.
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... weep and sigh : For thee I only wisht to live , For thee I wish to dye . " " Weep no more , lady , weep no more , Thy sorrowe is in vaine : For violets pluckt the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow againe . " Our joys as winged ...
... weep and sigh : For thee I only wisht to live , For thee I wish to dye . " " Weep no more , lady , weep no more , Thy sorrowe is in vaine : For violets pluckt the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow againe . " Our joys as winged ...
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Allen-a-Dale AULD ROBIN GRAY baith beauty beneath Birket Foster blythe BONNIE JEAN bride bright charms couldna cried Cumnor Hall dead dear didst thou dream Duncan EDMUND EVANS EDWIN AND ANGELINA EDWIN AND EMMA Excelsior fair fair lady father flowers FRIAR OF ORDERS G. H. Thomas gallant hand Harrison Weir hast hear heard heart heav'n Hermit holy Inchcape Rock Inverness John Barleycorn Julius Cæsar King Henry lady lass lonely look'd loud merry morn mother ne'er Netherby never night o'er OLD GREEN LANE ORDERS GRAY pass'd Queen quoth reach'd Richmond Hill river Dee ROBIN REDBREAST round Samuel Palmer seem'd sigh sigh'd sing Skiddaw sleep smiled sorrow SPANISH ARMADA steed storm SUMMER WOODS sweet swelling tears thee There's nae luck tree turn'd Twas vale village voice walk'd waves weep wild William Harvey wind wonnot wooing o't Yarrow young Lochinvar
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Página 164 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh '"Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Página 15 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 16 - 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 bride-maidens whispered, ''Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 82 - He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Página 37 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Página 165 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene.
Página 144 - THREE fishers went sailing away to the West, Away to the West as the sun went down; Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And there's, little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning.
Página 114 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Página 117 - They cannot see the sun on high: The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Página 45 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. ' And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did. And so for him will I.