Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - 368 страница |
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... hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil . While Spring shall pour his showers , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy ...
... hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil . While Spring shall pour his showers , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy ...
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... hear aye birds tune this merry lay , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet SONGS OF NATURE AND THE SEASONS . 37 The Chough and the Crow The Voyage of Life The Banks of ...
... hear aye birds tune this merry lay , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet SONGS OF NATURE AND THE SEASONS . 37 The Chough and the Crow The Voyage of Life The Banks of ...
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... hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers . The schoolboy , wandering through the ...
... hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers . The schoolboy , wandering through the ...
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... hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to ...
... hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to ...
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... hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Tereu , tereu , by and by : That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . -Ah , thought I ...
... hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Tereu , tereu , by and by : That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . -Ah , thought I ...
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Страница 48 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Страница 54 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Страница 200 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Страница 94 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Страница 186 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 73 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Страница 49 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Страница 158 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Страница 186 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Страница 102 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.