Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth CenturyJ. Charles, 1863 |
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... sands , In the morning gleam as the tide went down , And the women are weeping and wringing their han For those who will never come home to the town . For men must work , and women must weep , 6 LAYS AND LYRICS . The Three Fishers. ...
... sands , In the morning gleam as the tide went down , And the women are weeping and wringing their han For those who will never come home to the town . For men must work , and women must weep , 6 LAYS AND LYRICS . The Three Fishers. ...
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... gleam , Were dabbled in the crimson stream , Which ran all wildly forth to meet , And cling around the murderer's feet . He was digging a grave - the bird Shriek'd aloud the murderer heard Once again that boding scream , And saw again ...
... gleam , Were dabbled in the crimson stream , Which ran all wildly forth to meet , And cling around the murderer's feet . He was digging a grave - the bird Shriek'd aloud the murderer heard Once again that boding scream , And saw again ...
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... gleam of the living grass ; The unseen clouds of the dew , which lie Like fire in the flowers till the sun rides high , Then wander like spirits among the spheres , Each cloud faint with the fragrance it bears . The quivering vapours of ...
... gleam of the living grass ; The unseen clouds of the dew , which lie Like fire in the flowers till the sun rides high , Then wander like spirits among the spheres , Each cloud faint with the fragrance it bears . The quivering vapours of ...
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... gleam : Cooler the breezes play around my brow , I am content to die - but oh ! not now ! The bleak wind whistles , snow showers far and near Drift without echo to the whitening ground : Autumn hath passed away , and cold , and drear ...
... gleam : Cooler the breezes play around my brow , I am content to die - but oh ! not now ! The bleak wind whistles , snow showers far and near Drift without echo to the whitening ground : Autumn hath passed away , and cold , and drear ...
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... tree That waved o'er a fountain red : Oh ! swiftest there had the currents free From noble veins been shed . Thickest there the spear - heads gleam'd , i And the scatter'd plumage stream'd , And the broken shields 54 LAYS AND LYRICS .
... tree That waved o'er a fountain red : Oh ! swiftest there had the currents free From noble veins been shed . Thickest there the spear - heads gleam'd , i And the scatter'd plumage stream'd , And the broken shields 54 LAYS AND LYRICS .
Términos y frases comunes
Abbot Abou ben Adhem angels Auvergne back my flowers battle beam beauty beloved sleep beneath bird blood Boscastle bosom breast breath breeze bright broadswords brow cheek chime cloud crest cried dark dead death deep doth dream earth fair fearful France friends gaze giveth His beloved gleam glory grave green gusset hand hard to Die HARVARD COLLEGE hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill knew ladies gay land light lips lonely lonely rock looked Mayenne mortal may know never night o'er pale pass'd passing Pibroch prayer pride rest rose round Sensitive Plant shine shore sing skies smile song soul sound spirit stood stream strife sweet sword tears thee Thou art gone thou hast throne tide Tintagel tone tree Twas uncon voice waves ween weep wild wind wing youth
Pasajes populares
Página 88 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Página 109 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? — He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 11 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 32 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Página 62 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Página 85 - O clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid. Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love's simplicity betray'd. And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Página 91 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 89 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 109 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 81 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they, 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay...