A book of favourite modern ballads [ed. by J.C.]. |
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... Why didst thou wed a country maid , When some fair princess might be thine ?
“ Why didst thou praise my humble charms , And , oh ! then leave them to decay ?
Why didst thou win me to thy arms , Then leave me mourn the livelong day ?
... Why didst thou wed a country maid , When some fair princess might be thine ?
“ Why didst thou praise my humble charms , And , oh ! then leave them to decay ?
Why didst thou win me to thy arms , Then leave me mourn the livelong day ?
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... s coast we sail , Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright , Thy breath is Afric ' s
spicy gale , Thy skin is ivory so white : Thus every beauteous object that I view ,
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue “ Though battle call me from thy
arms ...
... s coast we sail , Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright , Thy breath is Afric ' s
spicy gale , Thy skin is ivory so white : Thus every beauteous object that I view ,
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue “ Though battle call me from thy
arms ...
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Just then she reach ' d , with trembling step , Her aged mother ' s door : “ He ' s
gone ! " she cried , " and I shall see That anriiloface no more ! - - - - - “ I feel . I feel
, this breaking heart Beat hiųh against my side ! ” .From her white arm down suk ...
Just then she reach ' d , with trembling step , Her aged mother ' s door : “ He ' s
gone ! " she cried , " and I shall see That anriiloface no more ! - - - - - “ I feel . I feel
, this breaking heart Beat hiųh against my side ! ” .From her white arm down suk ...
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The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong ; His head well
arm ' d with pointed spears , That no one should him wrong . The sober autumn
enter ' d mild , And he grew wan and pale ; Ilis bending joints and drooping head
...
The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong ; His head well
arm ' d with pointed spears , That no one should him wrong . The sober autumn
enter ' d mild , And he grew wan and pale ; Ilis bending joints and drooping head
...
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... motion Plunged me and three poor sailors more Headlong within the foaming
ocean . Poor wretches ! they soon found their graves ; For me — it may be only
fancyBut Love seem ' d to forbid the waves To snatch me from the arms of Nancy !
... motion Plunged me and three poor sailors more Headlong within the foaming
ocean . Poor wretches ! they soon found their graves ; For me — it may be only
fancyBut Love seem ' d to forbid the waves To snatch me from the arms of Nancy !
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Стр. 104 - When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, ' Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Стр. 61 - In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart. ' Stay — stay with us ! — rest ! — thou art weary and worn...
Стр. 26 - It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth Bay ; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace, And the tall Pinta till the noon had held her close in chase.
Стр. 108 - THREE fishers went sailing away to the West, Away to the West as the sun went down; Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And there's, little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning.
Стр. 104 - Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown, It must, or we shall rue it, We have a vision of our own, Ah! why should we undo it?
Стр. 104 - And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Стр. 38 - 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.