The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - Всего страниц: 512 |
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... dear ? They know not I know thee , Who knew thee too well ! Long , long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell . In secret we met , In silence I grieve , That my heart would forget , Thy spirit deceive ! If I should meet thee After long ...
... dear ? They know not I know thee , Who knew thee too well ! Long , long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell . In secret we met , In silence I grieve , That my heart would forget , Thy spirit deceive ! If I should meet thee After long ...
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... dear maid , thy lips have left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . The parting glance that fondly gleams , An equal love may see , The tear that from the eyelid streams Can weep ...
... dear maid , thy lips have left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . The parting glance that fondly gleams , An equal love may see , The tear that from the eyelid streams Can weep ...
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... Dear cure of all sorrows , and life of all bliss , I'm a king when I hug you , much more when I kiss . LOVE WAKES AND WEEPS . LOVE wakes and weeps , While Beauty sleeps ! O for Music's softest numbers ! To prompt a theme For Beauty's ...
... Dear cure of all sorrows , and life of all bliss , I'm a king when I hug you , much more when I kiss . LOVE WAKES AND WEEPS . LOVE wakes and weeps , While Beauty sleeps ! O for Music's softest numbers ! To prompt a theme For Beauty's ...
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... dear maid , I swear My heart is thine for ever . ...... BRUCE'S ADDRESS . SCOTS , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled ! Scots , wham Bruce has aften led ! Welcome to your gory bed , Or to glorious victory ! Now's the day , and now's the hour ...
... dear maid , I swear My heart is thine for ever . ...... BRUCE'S ADDRESS . SCOTS , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled ! Scots , wham Bruce has aften led ! Welcome to your gory bed , Or to glorious victory ! Now's the day , and now's the hour ...
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Quaver. Farewell , dear village , oh , farewell ! Soft on the gale thy murmur dies ; I hear thy solemn evening bell , Thy spires yet glad my aching eyes , Though frequent falls the dazzling tear , I scorn ... dear village, oh, farewell! ...
Quaver. Farewell , dear village , oh , farewell ! Soft on the gale thy murmur dies ; I hear thy solemn evening bell , Thy spires yet glad my aching eyes , Though frequent falls the dazzling tear , I scorn ... dear village, oh, farewell! ...
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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...