The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - Всего страниц: 512 |
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... deep , Such thunders would but idly sleep , He with them arm'd Britannia's hand , To guard from foes her native land . Long may she hold the awful right , And when thro ' circling flame , She darts her vengeance in the fight , May ...
... deep , Such thunders would but idly sleep , He with them arm'd Britannia's hand , To guard from foes her native land . Long may she hold the awful right , And when thro ' circling flame , She darts her vengeance in the fight , May ...
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... deep and mellow dye , Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky , Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart ; Their sunshine leaves a glow behind , That lightens o'er the heart . wwwwww . PALE ...
... deep and mellow dye , Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky , Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart ; Their sunshine leaves a glow behind , That lightens o'er the heart . wwwwww . PALE ...
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... Deep sinks the fiery orb of light , I view thy beacons now no more . Rise ! billows , rise ! blow hollow winds ! Nor night , nor storms , nor death I fear , Unfriended bear me hence , to find That peace which fate denies me here . Adieu ...
... Deep sinks the fiery orb of light , I view thy beacons now no more . Rise ! billows , rise ! blow hollow winds ! Nor night , nor storms , nor death I fear , Unfriended bear me hence , to find That peace which fate denies me here . Adieu ...
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... deep - toned voice falter'd . I wore my bridal robe , And I rivall'd its whiteness ; Bright gems were in my hair , How I hated their brightness . He called me by my name- As the bride of another- Oh , thou hast been the cause Of this ...
... deep - toned voice falter'd . I wore my bridal robe , And I rivall'd its whiteness ; Bright gems were in my hair , How I hated their brightness . He called me by my name- As the bride of another- Oh , thou hast been the cause Of this ...
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... deep of wine . Eyes of fire , lips of dew , By drinking , & c , Cheeks that shame the roses ' hue ; Dearer these to me and you , Who deeply drinks of wine . Who deeply , & c . THE SOLDIER'S TEAR . UPON the hill he turn'd To 28 28 A ...
... deep of wine . Eyes of fire , lips of dew , By drinking , & c , Cheeks that shame the roses ' hue ; Dearer these to me and you , Who deeply drinks of wine . Who deeply , & c . THE SOLDIER'S TEAR . UPON the hill he turn'd To 28 28 A ...
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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...