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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... dear , lay by your pride O Jenny dear , the word is gane O there is not a sharper dart . I am of a temper fixed as a decree I'll hae a new coatie • 90 91 98 95 96 96 60 62 64 66 68 • 71 · 72 · 74 75 • 77 78 79 O dinna think , my bonnie ...
... dear , lay by your pride O Jenny dear , the word is gane O there is not a sharper dart . I am of a temper fixed as a decree I'll hae a new coatie • 90 91 98 95 96 96 60 62 64 66 68 • 71 · 72 · 74 75 • 77 78 79 O dinna think , my bonnie ...
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... dear , All's a wild if she's not there . Haste , Pandora , haste away Every minute seems a day . See she comes - ye swains prepare To entertain the lovely fair ; Let blythe jokes and rustic rhyme , Songs and dances cheat the time , All ...
... dear , All's a wild if she's not there . Haste , Pandora , haste away Every minute seems a day . See she comes - ye swains prepare To entertain the lovely fair ; Let blythe jokes and rustic rhyme , Songs and dances cheat the time , All ...
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... love . Cease then , dear trifler , cease to toy ; Those silly childish airs resign ; Now fit to taste substantial joy , Quit mamma's cold embrace for mine . SEE , HOW THE WINE BLUSHES . ( HORACE . 12 Relph of Sebergham . Tell me, Fair.
... love . Cease then , dear trifler , cease to toy ; Those silly childish airs resign ; Now fit to taste substantial joy , Quit mamma's cold embrace for mine . SEE , HOW THE WINE BLUSHES . ( HORACE . 12 Relph of Sebergham . Tell me, Fair.
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... dear , dear self is thine alone ; From fear of rivals thou art free : -O ! were I half so blest as thee , ALL FEMALE CHARMS , I OWN MY FAIR . All Relph of Sebergham 13 See how the Wine blushes To a young Lady who took it ill,
... dear , dear self is thine alone ; From fear of rivals thou art free : -O ! were I half so blest as thee , ALL FEMALE CHARMS , I OWN MY FAIR . All Relph of Sebergham 13 See how the Wine blushes To a young Lady who took it ill,
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... dear , the same ; And prove as kind as thou art fair . WHAT CHARMS HAS FAIR CHLOE . What charms has fair Chloe ! Her bosom's like snow ! Each feature Is sweeter Proud Venus than thine ! Her mind like her face is Adorned with all graces ...
... dear , the same ; And prove as kind as thou art fair . WHAT CHARMS HAS FAIR CHLOE . What charms has fair Chloe ! Her bosom's like snow ! Each feature Is sweeter Proud Venus than thine ! Her mind like her face is Adorned with all graces ...
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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.