Songs, etc, Oplag 309Strahan, 1872 - 157 sider |
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Side vi
... DEAD 71 73 9 ' MOVE EASTWARD , HAPPY EARTH 75 ' BREAK , BREAK , BREAK ' • 77 THE POET'S SONG . 79 FROM THE PRINCESS . ' ' AS THROUGH THE LAND AT EVE WE WENT ' SWEET AND LOW , SWEET AND LOW ' ' THE SPLENDOUR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS 2 ...
... DEAD 71 73 9 ' MOVE EASTWARD , HAPPY EARTH 75 ' BREAK , BREAK , BREAK ' • 77 THE POET'S SONG . 79 FROM THE PRINCESS . ' ' AS THROUGH THE LAND AT EVE WE WENT ' SWEET AND LOW , SWEET AND LOW ' ' THE SPLENDOUR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS 2 ...
Side 2
... dead ! ' Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She ...
... dead ! ' Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She ...
Side 3
... dead ! ' Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold ...
... dead ! ' Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold ...
Side 4
... , ' My life is dreary , He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , ' I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! ' And ever when the moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She 4.
... , ' My life is dreary , He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , ' I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! ' And ever when the moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She 4.
Side 5
... dead ! ' All day within the dreamy house , The doors upon their hinges creak'd ; The blue fly sung in the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd , Or from the crevice peer'd about . Old faces glimmer'd 5.
... dead ! ' All day within the dreamy house , The doors upon their hinges creak'd ; The blue fly sung in the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd , Or from the crevice peer'd about . Old faces glimmer'd 5.
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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.