Songs of My Leisure Hours

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Kidd, 1879 - 231 sider
 

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Side 82 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Side 23 - That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a
Side 61 - Be merry and wise," say sparkling eyes, Away with all melancholy — There's nought amiss, just laugh at the kiss That 's stolen beneath the holly. Oh, welcome with glee the festive night, When the joyous bells are ringing ; But once a year the chime we hear, That the Christmas time is bringing. Don't pout or frown 'neath the mystic crownTo be joyous is not folly ; There's nought amiss in the Christmas kiss That 's stolen beneath the holly. «AW CONNUT DRY MI KEEN, ROBIN.
Side 61 - Will never reform or mend it. On Christmas night, when the log burns bright, To be joyous is not folly ; There 's nought amiss in the playful kiss That 's stolen beneath the holly. Let hand clasp hand with a hearty clasp, To all give a welcome greeting ; Fling pride afar ; don't gloom or mar The coming Christmas meeting.
Side 15 - Cupid, with love's wings outspread, Whisp'ring sweet stories of the gorgeous June. I would not have a grand and lordly home, Where the famed artist had spent all his skill To decorate and carve each fretted dome, The gazer's mind with wonderment to fill; The only gilding should be nature's green — Her living tracery of flowers and leaves : A little jem set in an emerald scene, IT.
Side 60 - THE KISS BENEATH THE HOLLY. (FROM " SONGS OF MY LEISURE HOURS.") BY MRS WILLIAM HOBSON. " BE merry and wise," says the good old song, And joy to the heart that penn'd it ; If we've aught to fret, the stately " pet" Will never reform or mend it. On Christmas night, when the log burns bright, To be joyous is not folly ; There 's nought amiss in the playful kiss That 's stolen beneath the holly. Let hand clasp hand with a hearty clasp, To all give a welcome...
Side 31 - VIWELCOME, with thy face of beauty; Welcome with thy joyous smile; Pleasure beams around each duty When thy sunny hours beguile. Glowing Whitsuntide, Welcome, with thy look of gladness Sparkling forth from every eye ; Where's the teart that's dimm'd with sadness When thou comest laughing by?

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