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... deep , deep Sea I heard thy Fate without a Sigh . The English Fields The Scottish Heath The Irish Lake The Cambrian Vale Hermine ...... Bing , sing , sing Old Friends met together .... The glorious British Oak Never despair ....... Some ...
... deep , deep Sea I heard thy Fate without a Sigh . The English Fields The Scottish Heath The Irish Lake The Cambrian Vale Hermine ...... Bing , sing , sing Old Friends met together .... The glorious British Oak Never despair ....... Some ...
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... deep , The quarrel soon ran very high . At last , ' twas agreed an appeal to the sky Should be made in a matter so nice , And this compromise sly , ' twixt the tongue and the eye , Was agreed on by Jove's own advice ; " My daughters ...
... deep , The quarrel soon ran very high . At last , ' twas agreed an appeal to the sky Should be made in a matter so nice , And this compromise sly , ' twixt the tongue and the eye , Was agreed on by Jove's own advice ; " My daughters ...
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... deep centre affection enfold : Pearls may lie hid ' neath the cold water's flow- Beauty and truth may lie - under the snow ! Under the snow , under the snow , Dwelling in darkness , the spring flowers grow- Waiting the time when the ...
... deep centre affection enfold : Pearls may lie hid ' neath the cold water's flow- Beauty and truth may lie - under the snow ! Under the snow , under the snow , Dwelling in darkness , the spring flowers grow- Waiting the time when the ...
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... deep forest - watch the panting deer Under the trees umbrageous , watchful dreaming , Timidly startling at each sound they hear ; List to the throstle and the blackbird singing , Whilst the calm breathing wind just rocks the leaves ...
... deep forest - watch the panting deer Under the trees umbrageous , watchful dreaming , Timidly startling at each sound they hear ; List to the throstle and the blackbird singing , Whilst the calm breathing wind just rocks the leaves ...
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... deep he'd braved And thrice survived the wreck ; A patriarch of the ocean seem'd That mariner to be , For his hair was grey , and like the spray That dashes o'er the sea . Yet deem not that he only gazed Upon the waters 40 THE BOOK OF ...
... deep he'd braved And thrice survived the wreck ; A patriarch of the ocean seem'd That mariner to be , For his hair was grey , and like the spray That dashes o'er the sea . Yet deem not that he only gazed Upon the waters 40 THE BOOK OF ...
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The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. Carpenter Joseph Edwards Carpenter Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1858 |
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Sida 140 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Sida 118 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Sida 14 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Sida 229 - ON Linden when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Sida 174 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Sida 202 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Sida 50 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Sida 96 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Sida 107 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " 0 stay," the maiden said, " and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Sida 96 - 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.