A book of favourite modern ballads [ed. by J.C.]. |
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... to call ; And thrice the raven flapp ' d his wing Around the towers of ( ' umnor
Hall : The mastiff howl ' d at vuage civor ; The oaks were shatter ' d on the green :
Woe was the hour , - - - for never more That hapless Countess e ' er was seen !
... to call ; And thrice the raven flapp ' d his wing Around the towers of ( ' umnor
Hall : The mastiff howl ' d at vuage civor ; The oaks were shatter ' d on the green :
Woe was the hour , - - - for never more That hapless Countess e ' er was seen !
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If to fair India ' 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 ...
If to fair India ' 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 ...
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Long had he seen their secret flame , And seen it long unmoved ; Then with a
father ' s frown at last He sternly disapproved . In Edwin ' s gentle heart a war Of
differing passions strove ; His heart , that durst not disobey , Yet could not cease
to ...
Long had he seen their secret flame , And seen it long unmoved ; Then with a
father ' s frown at last He sternly disapproved . In Edwin ' s gentle heart a war Of
differing passions strove ; His heart , that durst not disobey , Yet could not cease
to ...
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For here , forlorn aud lost , I tread , With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds ,
immeasurably spread , Seen lengthening as I go . " " Forlar , iny son , " the Hermit
cries , - - To tu pt the dangerous gloom ; Fursoudler faithles - phantom flies To lite
...
For here , forlorn aud lost , I tread , With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds ,
immeasurably spread , Seen lengthening as I go . " " Forlar , iny son , " the Hermit
cries , - - To tu pt the dangerous gloom ; Fursoudler faithles - phantom flies To lite
...
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Book J C. DIS 2 And far within that summer wood , Among the leaves so green ,
There flows a little gurgling brook , The brightest e ' er was seen . SUMMER
WOODS . There come the little gentle birds ,
Book J C. DIS 2 And far within that summer wood , Among the leaves so green ,
There flows a little gurgling brook , The brightest e ' er was seen . SUMMER
WOODS . There come the little gentle birds ,
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Allen-a-Dale arms beautiful Bell beneath beside birds blessing blythe Bonnie breath bright charms cheer cried dark dead dear dream EDWIN face fair fall father Flow flowers friar friends gentle grave GRAY green hall hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hermit hill holy Hope I'll Inchcape King lady land lass leave light live lonely look look'd Lord loud meet MILE morn mother never night o'er poor pride Queen quoth remember rest Robin Rock round seen shade side sigh sing sleep smiled sorrow sound spring storm summer sweet swelling tears tell thee There's thou thought town trees true turn Twas vale village voice waves weep wild wind wish wonnot wood wooing o't Yarrow young
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