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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... wind , When black - eyed Susan came on board , O where shall I my true love find ? Tell me , ye jovial sailors ... winds , my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee . Believe not what the landsmen say , Who tempt ...
... wind , When black - eyed Susan came on board , O where shall I my true love find ? Tell me , ye jovial sailors ... winds , my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee . Believe not what the landsmen say , Who tempt ...
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... wind has blown you here ? " Says she , " I'm looking for Billy Taylor , Whom you pressed and I love dear . " Tiddy , iddy , & c . Other verses succeed too contemptible and inde- licate to quote . For some years past another class of ...
... wind has blown you here ? " Says she , " I'm looking for Billy Taylor , Whom you pressed and I love dear . " Tiddy , iddy , & c . Other verses succeed too contemptible and inde- licate to quote . For some years past another class of ...
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... windy tall elm - tree , And the tufted plover pipe along the fallow lea , And the swallow ' ill come back again with summer o'er the wave , But I shall lie alone , mother , within the mouldering grave . Upon the chancel - casement , and ...
... windy tall elm - tree , And the tufted plover pipe along the fallow lea , And the swallow ' ill come back again with summer o'er the wave , But I shall lie alone , mother , within the mouldering grave . Upon the chancel - casement , and ...
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... We loved him dutiful ; Down , down , poor heart ! The storms they may beat , The winter winds may rave , Little Willie feels them not In a Workhouse grave , No room for little Willie ; In the world he 60 THE MINSTRELSY OF BRITAIN ,
... We loved him dutiful ; Down , down , poor heart ! The storms they may beat , The winter winds may rave , Little Willie feels them not In a Workhouse grave , No room for little Willie ; In the world he 60 THE MINSTRELSY OF BRITAIN ,
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... wind can blaw , " which ranks amongst his best productions . Though he has said , " that Hymen was not the divinity he invoked when he wrote any of his love songs ; " yet , it was after he had married his " lovely Jean " that he ...
... wind can blaw , " which ranks amongst his best productions . Though he has said , " that Hymen was not the divinity he invoked when he wrote any of his love songs ; " yet , it was after he had married his " lovely Jean " that he ...
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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...
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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.
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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