The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - Всего страниц: 512 |
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... O'er the blooming plain , Spies that lily weeping , Newly washed with rain ! Fondly bends he o'er it , Blowing drops away , With a kiss restores it , Lady of the May ! POOR TOM . THEN farewell , my trim - built 6 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
... O'er the blooming plain , Spies that lily weeping , Newly washed with rain ! Fondly bends he o'er it , Blowing drops away , With a kiss restores it , Lady of the May ! POOR TOM . THEN farewell , my trim - built 6 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
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... ladies ' rest , Indeed I've had my share . His form is ever in my sight , Forget I never can , I'm haunted by him day and night , He was such a nice young man . Twas at a ball held in the west , On me he first did glance , So gently he ...
... ladies ' rest , Indeed I've had my share . His form is ever in my sight , Forget I never can , I'm haunted by him day and night , He was such a nice young man . Twas at a ball held in the west , On me he first did glance , So gently he ...
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... ladies , give I must , The moral I well know , " Tis never the appearance trust Of any dashing beau : For this is what I should have done , When to notice he began , But who'd have thought he was a thief , He was such a nice young man ...
... ladies , give I must , The moral I well know , " Tis never the appearance trust Of any dashing beau : For this is what I should have done , When to notice he began , But who'd have thought he was a thief , He was such a nice young man ...
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... lady knows , To call a fair sprite from its leaves at night , The genii king of the wild white rose . All in the garden , & c . The maiden who dares its sweets to inhale , Till her rosy cheek is dewy and pale ; While love and fear ...
... lady knows , To call a fair sprite from its leaves at night , The genii king of the wild white rose . All in the garden , & c . The maiden who dares its sweets to inhale , Till her rosy cheek is dewy and pale ; While love and fear ...
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... lady fair , Oh ! sad was her fate - in sportive jest She hid from her lord in the old oak chest ; It closed with a spring - and , dreadful doom , The bride lay clasped in her living tomb . Oh ! the missletoe bough . BANKS OF THE BLUE ...
... lady fair , Oh ! sad was her fate - in sportive jest She hid from her lord in the old oak chest ; It closed with a spring - and , dreadful doom , The bride lay clasped in her living tomb . Oh ! the missletoe bough . BANKS OF THE BLUE ...
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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...