Songs, etc, Oplag 309Strahan, 1872 - 157 sider |
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Side 3
... walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , ' The day is dreary , He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! ' About a stone ...
... walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , ' The day is dreary , He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! ' About a stone ...
Side 23
... walk , I dare not think of thee , Oriana . Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree , I dare not die and come to thee , Oriana . I hear the roaring of the sea , Oriana . THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . T is the miller's daughter , 23.
... walk , I dare not think of thee , Oriana . Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree , I dare not die and come to thee , Oriana . I hear the roaring of the sea , Oriana . THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . T is the miller's daughter , 23.
Side 65
... walking on yonder way , 6 And have you lost your heart ? ' she said : ' And are you married yet , Edward Gray ? ' Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me : Bitterly weeping I turn'd away : ' Sweet Emma Moreland , love no more Can touch the ...
... walking on yonder way , 6 And have you lost your heart ? ' she said : ' And are you married yet , Edward Gray ? ' Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me : Bitterly weeping I turn'd away : ' Sweet Emma Moreland , love no more Can touch the ...
Side 103
... walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns , Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice , That huddling slant in furrow - cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow ...
... walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns , Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice , That huddling slant in furrow - cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow ...
Side 136
... walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago . All along the valley , while I walk'd to - day , The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away ; For all along the valley , down thy rocky bed IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ.
... walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago . All along the valley , while I walk'd to - day , The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away ; For all along the valley , down thy rocky bed IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ.
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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.