Ballads (gathered by the author from his own books, and various periodicals). |
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... tell his old tales . Says he , " In my life's ninety summers , Strange changes and chances I've seen , So here's to all gentlemen drummers That ever have thumped on a skin . " Brought up in the art military For four generations we are ...
... tell his old tales . Says he , " In my life's ninety summers , Strange changes and chances I've seen , So here's to all gentlemen drummers That ever have thumped on a skin . " Brought up in the art military For four generations we are ...
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... tell , How bravely Napoleon conquered , How bravely and sadly he fell . " It makes my old heart to beat higher , To think of the deeds that I saw ; I followed bold Ney through the fire , And charged at the side of Murat . ” And so did ...
... tell , How bravely Napoleon conquered , How bravely and sadly he fell . " It makes my old heart to beat higher , To think of the deeds that I saw ; I followed bold Ney through the fire , And charged at the side of Murat . ” And so did ...
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... tell you no more ; You know how the battle was lost . Ho ! fetch me a beaker of wine , And , comrades , I'll give you a toast . I'll give you a curse on all traitors , Who plotted our Emperor's ruin ; And a curse on those red - coated ...
... tell you no more ; You know how the battle was lost . Ho ! fetch me a beaker of wine , And , comrades , I'll give you a toast . I'll give you a curse on all traitors , Who plotted our Emperor's ruin ; And a curse on those red - coated ...
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... Tell me what find we to admire In epaulets and scarlet coats , In men because they load and fire , And know the art of cutting throats ? * * * Ah , gentle , tender lady mine ! * The winter wind blows cold and shrill , Come , fill me one ...
... Tell me what find we to admire In epaulets and scarlet coats , In men because they load and fire , And know the art of cutting throats ? * * * Ah , gentle , tender lady mine ! * The winter wind blows cold and shrill , Come , fill me one ...
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... fought a thousand glorious wars , And more than half the world was his , And somewhere , now , in yonder stars , Can tell , mayhap , what greatness is . THE KING OF BRENTFORD'S TESTAMENT . THE noble king of THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM . 25.
... fought a thousand glorious wars , And more than half the world was his , And somewhere , now , in yonder stars , Can tell , mayhap , what greatness is . THE KING OF BRENTFORD'S TESTAMENT . THE noble king of THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM . 25.
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38 cents 50 cents 63 cents BALLAD beat bless blushing Bolton Row Bouillabaisse boys brave Brentford cane-bottomed chair captain church Cloth Coort Cossack cried cursed dear Doctor drum drummer eyes fair famed Pimlico friars gallant gate gentle glorious GOLDEN LEGEND grace Grace Greenwood hair hear heart Heaven honest Hyacinth Jacob King Kioff lady Lansdowne Crescent laugh lawyer Lille looked Lord Mary ne'er never night o'er Pallis Court pass peaceful Peg of Limavaddy Peraps Pleaseman POEMS poor pore pound pray Price 50 Price 63 Price 75 cents priest Prince prior Queen Roney round Saint Sophia says Shannon shore sing smile Smith O'Brine Sneezoff spoke statue stood sweet Pimlico TANGLEWOOD TALES tell There's thou thought took town Twas TWICE-TOLD TALES Valkin Vich vith wait WHITE SQUALL wonder wondrous young
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Side 124 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Side 90 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And, for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And Ms passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled.
Side 65 - Here let us sport, Boys, as we sit ; Laughter and wit Flashing so free. Life is but short— When we are gone, Let them sing on, . . . Round the old tree.
Side 102 - THERE lived a sage in days of yore And he a handsome pigtail wore ; But wondered much and sorrowed more Because it hung behind him. He mused upon this curious case, And swore he'd change the pigtail's place, And have it hanging at his face, Not dangling there behind him. Says he, " The mystery I've found, — I'll turn me round.
Side 234 - EVANGELINE ; A TALE OF AcADIE. THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE. THE WAIF. A Collection of Poems. Edited by Longfellow. THE ESTRAY. A Collection of Poems. Edited by Longfellow. MR. LONGFELLOW'S PROSE WORKS. HYPERION. A ROMANCE. Price $1.00. OUTRE-MER. A PILGRIMAGE. Price $1.00. KAVANAG-H. A TALE. Price 75 cents.
Side 64 - CHRISTMAS is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we: Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree. Once on the boughs Birds of rare plume Sang, in its bloom; Night-birds are we: Here we carouse, Singing like them, Perched round the stem Of the jolly old tree.
Side 78 - tis pleasant to you, Mend, and me. No better divan need the sultan require, Than the creaking old sofa that basks by the fire ; And 'tis wonderful, surely, what music you get From the rickety, ramshackle, wheezy spinet. That praying-rug came from a Turcoman's camp ; By Tiber once twinkled that brazen old lamp ; A Mameluke fierce yonder dagger has drawn ; 'Tis a murderous knife to toast muffins upon.
Side 226 - With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve in corduroys. And if, in time of sacred youth, We learned at home to love and pray, Pray Heaven that early Love and Truth May never wholly pass away. And in the world, as in the school, I'd...
Side 62 - I'd scarce a beard upon my face, And now a grizzled, grim old fogy, I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse. Where are you, old companions trusty Of early days, here met to dine I Come, waiter ! quick, a flagon crusty — I'll pledge them in the good old wine.
Side 44 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.