The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - Всего страниц: 512 |
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... blue ; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew : I saw thee smile the sapphire's blaze Beside thee ceas'd to shine ; It could not match the living rays That fill'd that glance of thine . As clouds from yonder sun receive ...
... blue ; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew : I saw thee smile the sapphire's blaze Beside thee ceas'd to shine ; It could not match the living rays That fill'd that glance of thine . As clouds from yonder sun receive ...
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... clasped in her living tomb . Oh ! the missletoe bough . BANKS OF THE BLUE MOSELLE . WHEN the glow - worm gilds the elfin bower , That clings around the shrine , Where first we met , where first we lov'd , OF NATIONAL SONGS . 31.
... clasped in her living tomb . Oh ! the missletoe bough . BANKS OF THE BLUE MOSELLE . WHEN the glow - worm gilds the elfin bower , That clings around the shrine , Where first we met , where first we lov'd , OF NATIONAL SONGS . 31.
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... blue Moselle . If the cares of life should shade my brow , Yes , yes , in our native bowers ; My lute and harp might best accord , To tell of happier hours ; ' Tis there I'd soothe thy grief to rest , Each sight of sorrow quell ; In the ...
... blue Moselle . If the cares of life should shade my brow , Yes , yes , in our native bowers ; My lute and harp might best accord , To tell of happier hours ; ' Tis there I'd soothe thy grief to rest , Each sight of sorrow quell ; In the ...
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... blue above and the blue below , And silence wheresoe'er I go . If a storm should come and awake the deep , What matter ? I shall ride and sleep . I love , O how I love to ride On the fierce , foaming , bursting tide , Where every mad ...
... blue above and the blue below , And silence wheresoe'er I go . If a storm should come and awake the deep , What matter ? I shall ride and sleep . I love , O how I love to ride On the fierce , foaming , bursting tide , Where every mad ...
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... BLUE BELL . My own blue bell , my pretty blue bell ! I never will rove where roses dwell : My wings you view of your own bright hue , And oh ! never doubt that my heart's true blue . Though oft , I own , I have foolishly flown To peep ...
... BLUE BELL . My own blue bell , my pretty blue bell ! I never will rove where roses dwell : My wings you view of your own bright hue , And oh ! never doubt that my heart's true blue . Though oft , I own , I have foolishly flown To peep ...
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Стр. 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons 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.
Стр. 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Стр. 47 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Стр. 14 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Стр. 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Стр. 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Стр. 378 - 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.
Стр. 379 - 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.
Стр. 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...