Heart and Home Songs. Original and SelectedHatchards, 1876 - Всего страниц: 292 |
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... peace , Is low esteemèd her eyes . She hath no scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart entwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . Blessing she ...
... peace , Is low esteemèd her eyes . She hath no scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart entwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . Blessing she ...
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... peaceful might , Which , by high tower and lowly mill , Goes wandering at its own will , And yet doth ever flow aright . And on its full , deep breast serene , Like quiet isles my duties lie ; It flows around them and between , And ...
... peaceful might , Which , by high tower and lowly mill , Goes wandering at its own will , And yet doth ever flow aright . And on its full , deep breast serene , Like quiet isles my duties lie ; It flows around them and between , And ...
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... peace for me . Thine eyes are stars of morning , Thy lips are crimson flowers ! Good night ! Good night , beloved , While I count the weary hours . LONGFELLOW . A QUESTION . WHEN ye're my ain gudewife , lassie , What'll ye bring to me ...
... peace for me . Thine eyes are stars of morning , Thy lips are crimson flowers ! Good night ! Good night , beloved , While I count the weary hours . LONGFELLOW . A QUESTION . WHEN ye're my ain gudewife , lassie , What'll ye bring to me ...
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... above : Bid my stormy spirit see , ' Mid earth's brawls , that rest of love : Star of peace and blessing , dear , Be my guardian angel near , ' Mong men's sinful company ! SHE . Thy joy , mine ; oh ! let Songs of Love and Home . 9.
... above : Bid my stormy spirit see , ' Mid earth's brawls , that rest of love : Star of peace and blessing , dear , Be my guardian angel near , ' Mong men's sinful company ! SHE . Thy joy , mine ; oh ! let Songs of Love and Home . 9.
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... peace , descend ! O'er our home in mercy bend , Dove - like , with the peace of God ! ' Palm Leaves ' - KARL GEROK . THE WEDDING MORNING . Two hands together clasped to - day In holy place shall meet , In faithful union shall they ...
... peace , descend ! O'er our home in mercy bend , Dove - like , with the peace of God ! ' Palm Leaves ' - KARL GEROK . THE WEDDING MORNING . Two hands together clasped to - day In holy place shall meet , In faithful union shall they ...
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BARONESS NAIRNE beauty bells Beneath birds bless blest blithe bloom blossoms blow blue boatie rows bonny boys brave breast breath breeze Bregenz bright Brixham CHARLES MACKAY cheer child chimes cowslips cuckoo flower daisies dark dear deep doth dreamland's flowers earth ELIZA COOK England eyes fair Father fire flax-flower glory God's golden green green days groweth hand happy hath hear heart Heave heaven hill holy Hurrah labour land land-ho light live lonely Lord MARY HOWITT merrily merry merry England morning Mountain Daisy never night o'er old oaken bucket peace pray primrose rest rink-a-tink round Rule Britannia shining shore sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring storm summer-time sunshine sweet SYDNEY Dobell tears tell thee there's thine things thou thought toil Twas Tyrol violet voice watch waves weary weel weep wild wind
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Стр. 84 - ... King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee.
Стр. 166 - HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells .' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme.
Стр. 177 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Стр. 49 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Стр. 46 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Стр. 191 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Стр. 196 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie, In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...
Стр. 167 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Стр. 7 - PACK, clouds, away; and welcome, day; With night we banish sorrow: Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft, To give my love good-morrow. Wings from the wind to please her mind. Notes from the lark I'll borrow : Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing, To give my love good-morrow.
Стр. 12 - THE stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam ; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.