Songs, etc, Oplag 309Strahan, 1872 - 157 sider |
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Side 12
... Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form . Let them rave . Light. A DIRGE CONTENTS.
... Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form . Let them rave . Light. A DIRGE CONTENTS.
Side 13
... Sweeter tones than calumny ? Let them rave . Thou wilt never raise thine head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them ...
... Sweeter tones than calumny ? Let them rave . Thou wilt never raise thine head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them ...
Side 14
... purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Thro ' the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . The gold - eyed kingcups fine ; The frail bluebell peereth over Rare broidry of the purple clover . Let them rave 14.
... purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Thro ' the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . The gold - eyed kingcups fine ; The frail bluebell peereth over Rare broidry of the purple clover . Let them rave 14.
Side 15
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) Rare broidry of the purple clover . Let them rave . Kings have no such couch as thine , As the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Wild words wander here and there : God's great gift of speech ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) Rare broidry of the purple clover . Let them rave . Kings have no such couch as thine , As the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Wild words wander here and there : God's great gift of speech ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON aweary beggar maid bird blow bosom break bride brimming river bugle CASTLE WALLS Crown 8vo Danaë dance dark dead Death Rode dying eagle Earl was fair Edward Gray Ellen Adair enemies have fall'n eyes feet fell flow To join folds thy grave golden green that folds happy day hear heard heart of Edward heaven high Hall-garden hills hither join the brimming kiss kiss'd Lady Clara Vere Let them rave Light Brigade lily little birdie Lord LUDGATE HILL maiden Maud meadow moon mother move night o'er Oriana palace walk post 8vo Queen Ring rivulet Rode the six Roll Rosy sails shining Singing six hundred Small 8vo SONG star stept Swallow SWEET AND LOW sweeter thee my steps thine thou Thy wheel turret and tree valley of Death Vere de Vere voice wake wake the dead wild bells wind yonder
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Side 87 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Side 125 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Side 83 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Side 105 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Side 85 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 59 - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
Side 34 - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Some meeker pupil you must find, For were you queen of all that is, I could not stoop to such a mind. You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.
Side 100 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
Side 134 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Side 118 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.