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Seite 281 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green ; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen ; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away ; Young blood must have its course, lad. And every dog his day.
Seite 208 - 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.
Seite 282 - I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world ; Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day ; And I cried for her more than a week, dears ; But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears. As I played in the heath one day : Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away, And her arm trodden off by the cows, dears,...
Seite 280 - Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. Dank and foul, dank and foul, By the smoky town in its murky cowl ; Foul and dank, foul and dank, By wharf and sewer and slimy bank ; Darker and darker the further I go, Baser and baser the richer I grow; Who dare sport with the sin-defiled ? Shrink from me, turn from me, mother and child.
Seite 207 - The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam, And all alone went she. The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see: The rolling mist came down and hid the land — And never home came she. "Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair — A tress o...
Seite 246 - Then arose a joyous clamour from the wild fowl on the mere, Beneath the stars, across the snow, like clear bells ringing, And a voice within cried—" Listen !—Christmas carols even here! Though thou be dumb, yet o'er their work the stars and snows are singing. Blind ! I live, I love, I reign; and all the nations through With the thunder of my judgments even now are ringing; Do thou fulfil thy work but as yon wild-fowl do, Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, yet hear through it angels singing.
Seite 212 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Seite 230 - On by holt and headland, Over heath and bent. Chime, ye dappled darlings, Through the sleet and snow! Who can over-ride you? Let the horses go! Chime, ye dappled darlings, Down the roaring blast; You shall see a fox die Ere an hour be past. Go! and rest to-morrow, Hunting in your dreams, While our skates are ringing O'er the frozen streams. Let the luscious South-wind Breathe in lovers' sighs, While the lazy gallants Bask in ladies
Seite 115 - Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house ; so shall the King greatly desire thy beauty : for He is thy Lord ; and worship thou Him.
Seite 280 - Under the crag where the ouzel sings, And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings, Undefiled, for the undefiled ; Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. Dank and foul, dank and foul, By the smoky town in its murky cowl ; Foul and dank, foul and dank. By wharf and sewer and slimy bank...