The Songs and Ballads of Cumberland: To which are Added Dialect and Other Poems ; with Biographical Sketches, Notes, and GlossarySidney Gilpin G. Routledge, 1866 - 560 страници |
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... Old songs , the product of his native hills . WORDSWORTH . LONDON : GEO . ROUTLEDGE AND SONS ; EDINBURGH : JOHN MENZIES ; CARLISLE : GEO . COWARD , MDCCCLXVI . Steenbock Memorial Library University of Wisconsin - Madison 550 Babcock THE.
... Old songs , the product of his native hills . WORDSWORTH . LONDON : GEO . ROUTLEDGE AND SONS ; EDINBURGH : JOHN MENZIES ; CARLISLE : GEO . COWARD , MDCCCLXVI . Steenbock Memorial Library University of Wisconsin - Madison 550 Babcock THE.
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... Carlisle during the years 1863 and 1864. The Editor has to thank an intimate friend for the sketch of Mark Lonsdale's life ; and also for the old MS . copy of the Raffles Merry Neet . The article on Rayson is printed , by permission ...
... Carlisle during the years 1863 and 1864. The Editor has to thank an intimate friend for the sketch of Mark Lonsdale's life ; and also for the old MS . copy of the Raffles Merry Neet . The article on Rayson is printed , by permission ...
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... Carlisle , for MSS . and volumes containing contributions by Mark Lonsdale ; to the two gentlemen who kindly volunteered to revise the proof - sheets as they passed through the press ; and to the Editors of the various newspapers who ...
... Carlisle , for MSS . and volumes containing contributions by Mark Lonsdale ; to the two gentlemen who kindly volunteered to revise the proof - sheets as they passed through the press ; and to the Editors of the various newspapers who ...
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... Carlisle Hunt · . 81 82 83 hill 85 87 89 When severest foes impending O why should mortals suffer care Again maun absence chill my soul ' Twas when the Sun slid down yon The auld carle wad tak me fain Ae night in dark December Had my ...
... Carlisle Hunt · . 81 82 83 hill 85 87 89 When severest foes impending O why should mortals suffer care Again maun absence chill my soul ' Twas when the Sun slid down yon The auld carle wad tak me fain Ae night in dark December Had my ...
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... Carlisle Yetts . The Boy and the Mantle MISCELLANEOUS SONGS , & c . 461 · 463 470 • 475 482 • 483 487 489 The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall • The Cumberland Lass The Cumberland Maid The fickle Northern Lass Colin and Lucy . - Thomas ...
... Carlisle Yetts . The Boy and the Mantle MISCELLANEOUS SONGS , & c . 461 · 463 470 • 475 482 • 483 487 489 The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall • The Cumberland Lass The Cumberland Maid The fickle Northern Lass Colin and Lucy . - Thomas ...
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Страница 449 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day . The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
Страница 448 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Страница 448 - Than years of toiling reason : Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season. Some silent laws our hearts will make, Which they shall long obey: We for the year to come may take Our temper from to-day. And from the blessed power that rolls About, below, above, We'll frame the measure of our souls : They shall be tuned to love. Then come, my Sister ! come, I pray, With speed put on your woodland dress ; And bring no book : for this one day We'll give to idleness.
Страница 451 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Страница 459 - THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY A FEMALE FRIEND. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty Love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou ? Nay! start not at that sparkling light; 'Tis but the moon that shines so bright On the window-pane bedropped...
Страница 455 - No — man is dear to man ; the poorest poor Long for some moments in a weary life •' When they can know and feel that they have been, Themselves, the fathers and the dealers out Of some small blessings ; have been kind to such As needed kindness, for this single cause, That we have all of us one human heart.
Страница 477 - He has ta'en the table wi' his hand, He garr'd the red wine spring on hie — "Now Christ's curse on my head," he said, "But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!
Страница 481 - Then shoulder high with shout and cry We bore him down the ladder lang; At every stride Red Rowan made, I wot the Kinmont's aims played clang. 'O mony a time,
Страница 481 - We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank, When a' the Carlisle bells were rung, And a thousand men on horse and foot Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroope along. Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water, Even where it flowed frae bank to brim, And he has plunged in wi' a' his band, And safely swam them through the stream.
Страница 506 - The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead, And all the village w,ept. Confusion, shame, remorse, despair, At once his bosom swell : The damps of death bedew'd his brow, He shook, he groan'd, he fell. From the vain bride, ah, bride no more ! The varying crimson fled, "When, stretch'd before her rival's corse, She saw her husband dead.