Selected Songs Sung at Harvard College: From 1862 to 1866 ...

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Press of J. Wilson and Sons, 1866 - Students' songs - 100 pages
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Page 3 - 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 3 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Page 11 - THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN IT was a tall young oysterman lived by the riverside, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide ; The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim, Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him. It was the pensive oysterman that saw a lovely maid, Upon a moonlight evening, a sitting in the shade ; He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say, " I 'm wide awake, young oysterman, and all the folks away.
Page 40 - Thou art e'en such, — Gone with a touch. Thus think, and smoke tobacco. And when the smoke ascends on high, Then thou beholdst the vanity Of worldly stuff, Gone with a puff. Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
Page 12 - Then up arose the oysterman, and to himself said he, 'I guess I'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see; I read it in the story-book, that, for to kiss his dear, Leander swam the Hellespont — and I will swim this here.
Page 13 - Down fell that pretty innocent, as falls a snowwhite lamb, Her hair drooped round her pallid cheeks, like sea-weed on a clam. Alas for those two loving ones ! she waked not from her swound, And he was taken with the cramp, and in the waves was drowned; But Fate has metamorphosed them, in pity of their woe, And now they keep an oyster-shop for mermaids down below.
Page 95 - Ha! ha! let them think of their mothers, Who hope to see them again. No! stand to your glasses, steady! The thoughtless is here the wise: One cup to the dead already — Hurrah for the next that dies!
Page 75 - twas all a mistake between midnight and morn; For mistakes will occur in a hurry and shock, And some blamed the babby — and some blamed the clock — Till with all their cross-questions, sure, no one could know If the child was too fast or the clock was too slow.
Page 8 - By that lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token-flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe, (j.ov Maid of Athens ! I am gone.
Page 75 - ... his eye! At last, both the factions so positive grew, That each kept a birthday, so Pat then had two, Till Father Mulcahy, who showed them their sins, Said, "No one could have two birthdays, but a twins.

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