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A-hunting Allen-a-Dale ANGELINA auld Robin Gray baith beautiful beneath Birket Foster blythe Bonnie bosom bride bright charms couldna cried Cumnor Hall dead dear didst thou dream Duncan Edwin Emma Excelsior fair lady father Flow gently flowers frae G. H. Thomas gallant green grove Hallo hand Harrison Weir hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Hermit hill Hollo holy Inchcape Rock John Barleycorn King Henry lady lass listen'd lonely look'd loud merry mill-stream morn is shining mother ne'er Netherby never night o'er pass'd Queen quoth Richmond Hill river Dee Robin Redbreast round Samuel Palmer sang seem'd shade sigh sigh'd sing Skiddaw sleep smile sorrow sound SPANISH ARMADA steed storm sunshine sweet sweet Afton swelling tears thee thought tree turn'd Twas vale village waves weep whoop wild William Harvey wind wonnot wooing o't Yarrow
Page 40 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Page 72 - As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.
Page 40 - TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Page 31 - I Remember, I Remember. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember...
Page 37 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?