Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - 368 sider |
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... wings ; He takes this window for the East , And to implore your light , he sings . Awake ! awake ! the morn will never rise Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star ; The ploughman from the ...
... wings ; He takes this window for the East , And to implore your light , he sings . Awake ! awake ! the morn will never rise Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star ; The ploughman from the ...
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... wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tower . — James ... Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To ...
... wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tower . — James ... Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To ...
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... get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn . See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh - quilted colours through the air : B Get up , sweet - slug - a - bed SONGS OF NATURE AND THE SEASONS . 17 May-Day.
... get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn . See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh - quilted colours through the air : B Get up , sweet - slug - a - bed SONGS OF NATURE AND THE SEASONS . 17 May-Day.
Side 23
... wings , The cock his courage shows ; With claps of joy his breast he dings , And twenty times he crows . The dove with whistling wings so blue The winds can fast collect , Her purple pens turn many a hue Against the sun direct . Now ...
... wings , The cock his courage shows ; With claps of joy his breast he dings , And twenty times he crows . The dove with whistling wings so blue The winds can fast collect , Her purple pens turn many a hue Against the sun direct . Now ...
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... wing , Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn , As oft he rises midst the twilight path , Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum , — Now teach me , maid composed , To breathe some soften'd strain Whose numbers , stealing ...
... wing , Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn , As oft he rises midst the twilight path , Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum , — Now teach me , maid composed , To breathe some soften'd strain Whose numbers , stealing ...
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abbot auld Avès ballad Barbara Allen battle BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN BATTLE OF NASEBY beauty birds blood blow bonnie breast bright Charlemagne cheek crown dead dear death deep doth dreams earth English eyes fair father flowers gallant glory grace grave green hair hand hath head hear heart heaven hill hour John King kiss Lady Clare land light live Lochinvar look Lord lovers maidens merry Minstrels and maids moon mother ne'er never night numbers o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pibroch poem Procne Richard Barnfield ride ROBERT HERRICK Robin Hood rode rose Samian wine shepherds sigh sing sister sleep smile snow song sorrow soul Spirit spring star steed summer sweet tear tell Tereus thee thine thou art thou hast Toll slowly tree TWA BROTHERS TWA SISTERS unto waves wild WILLIAM WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Side 48 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 54 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Side 200 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Side 94 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 186 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Side 73 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Side 49 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Side 158 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Side 186 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Side 102 - 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.