Rogers to HemansRossiter Johnson D. Appleton, 1876 |
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Side iii
... Songs of my Native Land ... 54 13 The Mitherless Lammie .. 55 Imitation of an Italian Sonnet .. 13 Saw ye ne'er a ... Song .. 14 An Inscription .. Would you be young again ? .. Gude - Nicht , and Joy be wi ' ye a ' ! .. Rest is not ...
... Songs of my Native Land ... 54 13 The Mitherless Lammie .. 55 Imitation of an Italian Sonnet .. 13 Saw ye ne'er a ... Song .. 14 An Inscription .. Would you be young again ? .. Gude - Nicht , and Joy be wi ' ye a ' ! .. Rest is not ...
Side iv
... Song ..... 289 Through Crockston Castle's Lanely Wa's .. 857 MacGregor's Gathering .. 290 Rab Roryson's Bonnet ... 857 Mackrimmon's Lament .. 290 The Braes o ' Balquhither ... 858 Pibroch of Donald Dhu .... 291 My Bonny Young Laddie ...
... Song ..... 289 Through Crockston Castle's Lanely Wa's .. 857 MacGregor's Gathering .. 290 Rab Roryson's Bonnet ... 857 Mackrimmon's Lament .. 290 The Braes o ' Balquhither ... 858 Pibroch of Donald Dhu .... 291 My Bonny Young Laddie ...
Side v
... Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods .. The Steersman's Song .. 436 GEORGE CROLY . The Pleasures of Hope : Rebellion .... Part First ....... 437 Pericles and Aspasia ... Part Second .. 442 Lines written at Spithead .. Song , to the ...
... Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods .. The Steersman's Song .. 436 GEORGE CROLY . The Pleasures of Hope : Rebellion .... Part First ....... 437 Pericles and Aspasia ... Part Second .. 442 Lines written at Spithead .. Song , to the ...
Side vi
... Song .. 702 583 703 Life . 583 Song over a Child .. 703 583 The Night before the Bridal . 584 704 A Deep and a Mighty Shadow . Perdita ... 704 584 584 705 The Weaver's Song .. The Wooing - Song The Owl . 705 584 706 585 .... 707 585 The ...
... Song .. 702 583 703 Life . 583 Song over a Child .. 703 583 The Night before the Bridal . 584 704 A Deep and a Mighty Shadow . Perdita ... 704 584 584 705 The Weaver's Song .. The Wooing - Song The Owl . 705 584 706 585 .... 707 585 The ...
Side 12
... song , a song of yore ; But where the rock is rent in two , And the river rushes through , His voice was heard no more ! ' Twas but a step ! the gulf he pass'd But that step - it was his last ! As through the mist he wing'd his way ...
... song , a song of yore ; But where the rock is rent in two , And the river rushes through , His voice was heard no more ! ' Twas but a step ! the gulf he pass'd But that step - it was his last ! As through the mist he wing'd his way ...
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arms art thou beauty beneath blood bosom bower Branksome hall breast breath breeze bright brow cheek clouds courser cried dark dead dear death deep delight Deloraine dread dream Drury Lane E'en earth fair falchion fear fire flowers frae gazed gentle Gondoline grace grave green hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy hope hour John Tod king lady land lassie light living lonely look look'd Lord loud maid Marmion mind minstrel morn mountain ne'er night nymph o'er pass'd peace pibroch pride rapture rill rock rose round Scotland Scottish seem'd shade shore sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood stream sweet tale tears tell tempest thee thine thou thought turn'd Twas vale vex'd voice wandering wave ween wild wind youth
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Side 223 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied : — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Side 150 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet...
Side 339 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Side 151 - Ah! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The.. light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile, Amid a world how different from this ! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile; On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss.
Side 459 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 344 - twas like all instruments. Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 223 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Side 345 - The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Side 291 - The bride at the altar; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges ; Come with your fighting gear, Broad-swords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended; Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume, Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Side 491 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.