The Children's Treasury of English SongMacmillan, 1877 - 302 sider |
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Side 9
... cried - forbear ! -but in my breast A mightier cried - proceed ! ' Twas Nature , Sir , whose strong behest Impell'd me to the deed . Yet , much as Nature I respect , I ventured once to break ( As you , perhaps , may recollect ) Her ...
... cried - forbear ! -but in my breast A mightier cried - proceed ! ' Twas Nature , Sir , whose strong behest Impell'd me to the deed . Yet , much as Nature I respect , I ventured once to break ( As you , perhaps , may recollect ) Her ...
Side 19
Francis Turner Palgrave. So , ' Fair and softly ! ' John he cried , But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon , In spite of curb and rein . So stooping down , as needs he must Who cannot sit upright , He grasp'd the mane ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. So , ' Fair and softly ! ' John he cried , But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon , In spite of curb and rein . So stooping down , as needs he must Who cannot sit upright , He grasp'd the mane ...
Side 24
... . But love had , like the cankerworm , Consumed her early prime : The rose grew pale , and left her cheek ; She died before her time . 12 reft , taken ' Awake ! ' she cried , ' thy true 24 The Children's Treasury * II * ...
... . But love had , like the cankerworm , Consumed her early prime : The rose grew pale , and left her cheek ; She died before her time . 12 reft , taken ' Awake ! ' she cried , ' thy true 24 The Children's Treasury * II * ...
Side 25
Francis Turner Palgrave. ' Awake ! ' she cried , ' thy true Love calls , ' Come from her midnight grave ; " Now let thy pity hear the maid , ' Thy love refused to save ! ' This is the dumb and dreary hour , " When injured ghosts complain ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. ' Awake ! ' she cried , ' thy true Love calls , ' Come from her midnight grave ; " Now let thy pity hear the maid , ' Thy love refused to save ! ' This is the dumb and dreary hour , " When injured ghosts complain ...
Side 33
... say ' If yet my task is done ! ' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . 22 mortars , guns to shoot bombs 7 heroic , noble admiral in command 15 chieftain , D ' Speak , father ! ' once again he cried of English Song .
... say ' If yet my task is done ! ' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . 22 mortars , guns to shoot bombs 7 heroic , noble admiral in command 15 chieftain , D ' Speak , father ! ' once again he cried of English Song .
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Belisarius beneath bird bonny bower breast breath bright Brignall cheer cold cried Cumnor dark dead dear death deep door doth echoing green eyes fair fair Annie fairy fast father fear fire flew flock flowers gay goshawk Gilpin grave gray green hath hear heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill John Anderson John Gilpin King lady lamb land light lilies Line live Lochinvar lonely look'd Lord Lord Gregory loud Lyca maid maiden maun merry moon morn mother ne'er never night nymphs o'er poem poet Quantock Hills quoth Robin Robin Goodfellow round sail Scots kirk seem'd ship sing sleep smile snow song soon soul sound spake star stood storm sweet tears thee thine Thou hast thought turn'd Twas voice vrom waves weary weep wild wind wood Wordsworth Yarrow young