The Universal Name, Or One Hundred Songs to MaryC. W. Moulton, 1894 - 149 sider |
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... EYES - or THE FOR- TUNE TELLER MARY WASHINGTON HOMAGE TO MARY WASH- INGTON Gintio Carcans Trans.by Sir John Bowring 145 George Drosinês E. V. Blake . 147 148 Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney 148 THE UNIVERSAL NAME . In the Christian World , Mary ...
... EYES - or THE FOR- TUNE TELLER MARY WASHINGTON HOMAGE TO MARY WASH- INGTON Gintio Carcans Trans.by Sir John Bowring 145 George Drosinês E. V. Blake . 147 148 Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney 148 THE UNIVERSAL NAME . In the Christian World , Mary ...
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... eye : And yon bright star we hail , although its looming Age after age has lit the northern sky . As starry beam o'er troubled billows stealing , As garden odors to the desert blown , In bosoms faint a gladsome hope revealing , Like ...
... eye : And yon bright star we hail , although its looming Age after age has lit the northern sky . As starry beam o'er troubled billows stealing , As garden odors to the desert blown , In bosoms faint a gladsome hope revealing , Like ...
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... eyes She was a little elf , So fair , so canny and so wise I said within myself- " O mystery of mysteries Thou tiny little creature , Thou com'st express from Paradise To be thy Father's teacher . " And then she grew , until I knew She ...
... eyes She was a little elf , So fair , so canny and so wise I said within myself- " O mystery of mysteries Thou tiny little creature , Thou com'st express from Paradise To be thy Father's teacher . " And then she grew , until I knew She ...
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... eyes , like turquois and sapphire mingled ; A voice as when silvery bells are tingled : And withal so saucy ! there's not a grace But finds a fit home in that charming face . Harper's Magazine , January , 1882 . OUT TO OLD AUNT MARY'S ...
... eyes , like turquois and sapphire mingled ; A voice as when silvery bells are tingled : And withal so saucy ! there's not a grace But finds a fit home in that charming face . Harper's Magazine , January , 1882 . OUT TO OLD AUNT MARY'S ...
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... eyes Keep guard , —for the army is sleeping . There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread , As he tramps from the rock to the fountain , And thinks of the two in the lone trundle bed , Far away in the cot , on the mountain . His ...
... eyes Keep guard , —for the army is sleeping . There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread , As he tramps from the rock to the fountain , And thinks of the two in the lone trundle bed , Far away in the cot , on the mountain . His ...
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Aberfoyle adieu angels auld Ave Maria beauty Bedlay bless blue bonnie Mary bosom bower braes breath breeze bright burnie Caldon-Low charms CHORUS.-O dear Mary dinna doth dream ETHEL LYNN BEERS eyes fair flower forget frae gentle gloamin gowan lea green ha'e hair hear heart Heaven HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN hour JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY kiss lassie light lips little Mary lo'e lone look lovely Mary Donnelly maid maiden Maire bhan astór Mariamne marigolde Marion Moore Mary Dhu Mary Grew Mary Hay Mary Morison Mary of Argyle Mary Steel moon morn mother ne'er night o'er old Aunt Mary's pretty Mary ROBERT BURNS rose round sang shade shine sigh simmer sing soft song sorrow soul star stream sun gaes sweetest tears thee There's thine thou thought thy smile tree warl weary weel Whaur wild winds ye go
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Side 82 - O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Side 79 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Side 81 - Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills ; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Side 61 - Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Side 87 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Side 74 - I'll not forget you, darling, In the land I'm goin' to: They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there, But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair!
Side 74 - Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near, The church where we were wed, Mary, I see the spire from here But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest, For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast.
Side 82 - Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Side 22 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack, — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children...
Side 82 - Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah! little thought we 't was our last! Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar Twined amorous round the raptured scene.