A Book of Favourite Modern BalladsJ. C. W. Kent & Company, 1860 - Всего страниц: 167 |
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... ? CUMNOR HALL . " No more thon com'st with lover's. Now nought was heard beneath the skies The sounds of busy life were still- Save an unhappy lady's sighs , That issued from that lonely pile . FAR in the windings of a vale , Fast by. B.
... ? CUMNOR HALL . " No more thon com'st with lover's. Now nought was heard beneath the skies The sounds of busy life were still- Save an unhappy lady's sighs , That issued from that lonely pile . FAR in the windings of a vale , Fast by. B.
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J. C.. EDWIN AND EMMA . There beauteous Emma flourish'd fair , Beneath a mother's eye ; Whose only wish on earth was now To see her bless'd , and die . The softest blush that Nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek ; Such orient colour ...
J. C.. EDWIN AND EMMA . There beauteous Emma flourish'd fair , Beneath a mother's eye ; Whose only wish on earth was now To see her bless'd , and die . The softest blush that Nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek ; Such orient colour ...
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... Beneath the moonlight shade , In sighs to pour his soften'd soul , The midnight mourner stray'd . His cheek , where health with beauty glow'd , A deadly pale o'ercast : So fades the fresh rose in its prime , Before the northern blast ...
... Beneath the moonlight shade , In sighs to pour his soften'd soul , The midnight mourner stray'd . His cheek , where health with beauty glow'd , A deadly pale o'ercast : So fades the fresh rose in its prime , Before the northern blast ...
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... beneath the green shade , Both woodmen , my father and Joe ; Where I've listen'd whole hours to the echo that made So much of a laugh or- Hallo ! From my basket at noon they expect their supply , And with joy from my threshold I spring ...
... beneath the green shade , Both woodmen , my father and Joe ; Where I've listen'd whole hours to the echo that made So much of a laugh or- Hallo ! From my basket at noon they expect their supply , And with joy from my threshold I spring ...
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... Beneath a weeping willow : The moon upon the humble mound Her softest light was flinging ; And from the thickets all around Sad nightingales were singing . " I leave you here , " quoth Father Time , As hoarse as any raven ; And Love ...
... Beneath a weeping willow : The moon upon the humble mound Her softest light was flinging ; And from the thickets all around Sad nightingales were singing . " I leave you here , " quoth Father Time , As hoarse as any raven ; And Love ...
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A-hunting Afton Allen-a-Dale AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beneath Birket Foster blythe bride bright charms cried CUMNOR HALL dream Duncan EDMUND EVANS EDWIN AND ANGELINA Excelsior fair father flowers FRIAR OF ORDERS G. H. Thomas Hallò hand Harrison Weir hast Hazeldean heard heart heav'n HERMIT OF DREUX Hollo INCHCAPE ROCK INVERNESS John Barleycorn KEYNE KING HENRY lady Lochinvar lonely look'd LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER loud merry MILE OF EDINBRO MILL-STREAM mother ne'er Netherby never night o'er OLD GREEN LANE ORDERS GRAY pass'd Queen quoth reach'd RICHMOND HILL river Dee ROBIN REDBREAST round RUPERT'S MARCH Samuel Palmer seem'd sigh sigh'd sing sleep smiled sorrow SPANISH ARMADA steed stormy STORMY PETREL SUMMER WOODS sweet tears There's nae luck tree turn'd Twas vale village waves weep whisp'ring with thee whoop wild William Harvey wind wonnot wooing o't YARROW VISITED young Lochinvar
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Стр. 65 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Стр. 33 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Стр. 8 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Стр. 57 - As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.
Стр. 33 - TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Стр. 151 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Стр. 24 - I Remember, I Remember. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window 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...
Стр. 30 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?
Стр. 149 - IT was a summer evening. Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Стр. 38 - I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die: 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.