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... morning Sunk chill on my brow , It felt like the warning Of what I feel now . Thy vows are all broken , And light is thy fame , I hear thy name spoken , And share in its shame , They name thee before me , A knell to mine A ...
... morning Sunk chill on my brow , It felt like the warning Of what I feel now . Thy vows are all broken , And light is thy fame , I hear thy name spoken , And share in its shame , They name thee before me , A knell to mine A ...
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... brow , love , on my brow , love , There are no signs of care ; But my pleasures are not now , love , What childhood's pleasures were . I remember , & c . Then the bowers , then the bowers , Were as blithe as blithe could be ; And all ...
... brow , love , on my brow , love , There are no signs of care ; But my pleasures are not now , love , What childhood's pleasures were . I remember , & c . Then the bowers , then the bowers , Were as blithe as blithe could be ; And all ...
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... brows with willow leaf ; But his heart soon finds relief By drinking deep of wine . Eyes of fire , lips of dew , By drinking , & c , Cheeks that shame the roses ' hue ; Dearer these to me and you , Who deeply drinks of wine . Who deeply ...
... brows with willow leaf ; But his heart soon finds relief By drinking deep of wine . Eyes of fire , lips of dew , By drinking , & c , Cheeks that shame the roses ' hue ; Dearer these to me and you , Who deeply drinks of wine . Who deeply ...
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... brow , Yes , yes , in our native bowers ; My lute and harp might best accord , To tell of happier hours ; ' Tis there I'd soothe thy grief to rest , Each sight of sorrow quell ; In the starry light of the summer night , On the banks of ...
... brow , Yes , yes , in our native bowers ; My lute and harp might best accord , To tell of happier hours ; ' Tis there I'd soothe thy grief to rest , Each sight of sorrow quell ; In the starry light of the summer night , On the banks of ...
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... BROW . WITH a helment on his brow , And his sabre by his side , The soldier mounts his gallant steed , To conquer or to die . His plume , like the pendant stream , In the F NATIONAL SONGS . 39 39.
... BROW . WITH a helment on his brow , And his sabre by his side , The soldier mounts his gallant steed , To conquer or to die . His plume , like the pendant stream , In the F NATIONAL SONGS . 39 39.
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Adam Bell adieu Allan water auld lang syne Bay of Biscay beauty bell bless blest blow blue boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom boys brave breast breath bright charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane cried Cushendall dear death drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair flower Gravesend green hand happy Hark hath head hear heard heart hearts of oak kiss lady land larning lass live Llangollen loo ral look look'd lov'd love thee love's lover maid meet merrily merry merry England morning ne'er never night nose Number o'er Paddy peace pleasure poor queen Ri too ral roam rose Rule Britannia Sambo shore sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tear tell there's thine thou thought Tol de rol Troubadour Twas twill waves wife wild wind wine young
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Page 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 47 - 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.
Page 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Page 14 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Page 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Page 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 378 - 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.
Page 379 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Page 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...