The Minstrelsy of Britain; Or, A Glance at Our Lyrical Poetry and Poets: From the Reign of Queen Elizabeth to the Present Time, Including a Dissertation on the Genius and Lyrics of BurnsH. Heavisides, 1860 - 120 страница |
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... mother , And sister and brother , And I swigged and all of us swigged it , And swore there was nothing like grog . ' Tother day as the chaplain was preaching , Behind him I cautiously slunk , And while he our duty was teaching , As how ...
... mother , And sister and brother , And I swigged and all of us swigged it , And swore there was nothing like grog . ' Tother day as the chaplain was preaching , Behind him I cautiously slunk , And while he our duty was teaching , As how ...
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... mother sat there ! Would you know the spell ? — And a sacred thing is that old arm chair . In childhood's hour I linger'd near The hallow'd seat with listening ear ; And gentle words that mother would give To fit me to die - to teach me ...
... mother sat there ! Would you know the spell ? — And a sacred thing is that old arm chair . In childhood's hour I linger'd near The hallow'd seat with listening ear ; And gentle words that mother would give To fit me to die - to teach me ...
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... mother's old arm chair . The most prolific song writer of the present day is Charles Mackay , the poet of progress . Though this pleasing writer displays little of the imaginative faculty , though his lyrics are never adorned with the ...
... mother's old arm chair . The most prolific song writer of the present day is Charles Mackay , the poet of progress . Though this pleasing writer displays little of the imaginative faculty , though his lyrics are never adorned with the ...
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... mother dear , For I would see the sun rise upon the glad New - year . It is the last New - year that I shall ever see , Then you may lay me low i ' the mould and think no more of me . To - night I saw the sun set : he set and left ...
... mother dear , For I would see the sun rise upon the glad New - year . It is the last New - year that I shall ever see , Then you may lay me low i ' the mould and think no more of me . To - night I saw the sun set : he set and left ...
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... mother , and all the world is still . When the flowers come again , mother , beneath the waning light You'll never see me more in the long gray fields at night ; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool On the oat - grass ...
... mother , and all the world is still . When the flowers come again , mother , beneath the waning light You'll never see me more in the long gray fields at night ; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool On the oat - grass ...
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admiration Allan Allan Cunningham amang amongst auld lang syne ballad banks and braes bard beautiful Billy Taylor blaw bonnie Doon breathe brow Burns Campbell Casa Wappy cauld CHAPTER Charles Mackay charm composed compositions copies crimson-tipped dear Devon banks drinking songs Edinbro effusions Eliza Cook Elizabethan era Fairest maid fame feeling flowers genius Gerald Massey happy heart heaven HENRY HEAVISIDES honour humour Illustration Jean John Anderson lasses little Willie Lyrical Poetry lyrist maid on Devon manly Mary maun mind mourn Muse nature never old arm chair pleasure poems poet poet's poetic Poetry popular productions reign Robert Burns rustic says Scotland sentiments Shakspere shew sighs singing smile soul spirit Stockton strains sung sweet sweetest swigged taste tender thee thegither There's thine Thomas thou thoughts truth Twas verse warly werse William words Workhouse grave writer دو وو
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Страница 101 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Страница 42 - All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of time ! I saw the last of human mould, That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime ! The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man...
Страница 95 - 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
Страница 89 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Страница 15 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Страница 27 - O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Страница 54 - And you see me carried out from the threshold of the door; Don't let Effie come to see me till my grave be growing green : She'll be a better child to you than ever I have been.
Страница 15 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Страница 71 - Heav'n, He, ruin'd, sink! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Страница 37 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o