Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - Всего страниц: 466 |
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... laughing , said to me : " Pipe a song about a lamb . " So I piped with merry cheer . " Piper , pipe that song again . " So I piped ; he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer . " So I sang the ...
... laughing , said to me : " Pipe a song about a lamb . " So I piped with merry cheer . " Piper , pipe that song again . " So I piped ; he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer . " So I sang the ...
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... laugh . I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here , But the old three - cornered hat , And the breeches - and all that , Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring , Let them smile ...
... laugh . I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here , But the old three - cornered hat , And the breeches - and all that , Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring , Let them smile ...
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... laugh at that ! " Sing merrily , sing merrily , the Little Brown Man ! When every mad grisette He has toasted , till his score Holds no more , Then , head and ears in debt , 66 When the duns and bums abound All around , " D'ye see ...
... laugh at that ! " Sing merrily , sing merrily , the Little Brown Man ! When every mad grisette He has toasted , till his score Holds no more , Then , head and ears in debt , 66 When the duns and bums abound All around , " D'ye see ...
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... laugh at that ! " Sing merrily , sing merrily , the Little Brown Man ! When at last laid fairly level , And the priest ( he getting worse ) ' Gan discourse Of Death and of the Devil , THE BUCKET . Our little sinner sighed , And replied. 87.
... laugh at that ! " Sing merrily , sing merrily , the Little Brown Man ! When at last laid fairly level , And the priest ( he getting worse ) ' Gan discourse Of Death and of the Devil , THE BUCKET . Our little sinner sighed , And replied. 87.
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... laugh at that ! " Sing merrily , sing merrily , the Little Brown Man ! PIERRE JEAN DE BÉRANGER . ( French . ) Translation of WILLIAM MAGINN . THE BUCKET . How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood , When fond recollection ...
... laugh at that ! " Sing merrily , sing merrily , the Little Brown Man ! PIERRE JEAN DE BÉRANGER . ( French . ) Translation of WILLIAM MAGINN . THE BUCKET . How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood , When fond recollection ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath bird blessed Bobbett bonnie bosom boys breast breath bride bright brow cave of silver cheek cold d'ye dead dear Death deep door doth dream EUGENE ARAM eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends grave grief hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hurrah kiss land lassie light lips live look maiden Mary MAUD MULLER merry morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale raven river river Lee ROBERT HERRICK rose round sailor Shandon shine sighs silent sing SIR PATRICK SPENS sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars Summer sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought tree Twas wander weary weel weep wild Willie wind YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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Стр. 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Стр. 243 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Стр. 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Стр. 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Стр. 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Стр. 89 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Стр. 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Стр. 302 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Стр. 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Стр. 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.