Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth CenturyJ. Charles, 1863 |
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... tears , Serene to stand As the lonely rock On the cold sea - strand . The Three Fishers . 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 b And the ...
... tears , Serene to stand As the lonely rock On the cold sea - strand . The Three Fishers . 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 b And the ...
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... tears are worth Evening's best light . Oh , who would not welcome that moment's returning , When passion first waked a new life through his frame , And his soul - like the wood that grows precious in burning- Gave out all its sweets to ...
... tears are worth Evening's best light . Oh , who would not welcome that moment's returning , When passion first waked a new life through his frame , And his soul - like the wood that grows precious in burning- Gave out all its sweets to ...
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... tear The things that had been , still were there . One night , very , very weary , He sat in a hollow tree , With all his thoughts - ah ! all so dreary For his only company ; - He heard something - ' t was a stroke Strong on the root of ...
... tear The things that had been , still were there . One night , very , very weary , He sat in a hollow tree , With all his thoughts - ah ! all so dreary For his only company ; - He heard something - ' t was a stroke Strong on the root of ...
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... tear . And the home of my childhood is distant far , And I walk in a land where strangers are , And the looks that I meet , and the sounds that I hear Are not light to my spirit , or song to my ear ; And sunshine is round me which I ...
... tear . And the home of my childhood is distant far , And I walk in a land where strangers are , And the looks that I meet , and the sounds that I hear Are not light to my spirit , or song to my ear ; And sunshine is round me which I ...
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... tears should flow Down cheeks so young and pale : Thou wert not once so sad and strange ; Oh ! what has wrought this wondrous change . Mine eyes are like the moon , Pilgrim , They shine with borrowed light ; " My cheek , like flowers of ...
... tears should flow Down cheeks so young and pale : Thou wert not once so sad and strange ; Oh ! what has wrought this wondrous change . Mine eyes are like the moon , Pilgrim , They shine with borrowed light ; " My cheek , like flowers of ...
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...