Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466 pages |
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... LIGHT BRIGADE ... TENNYSON Half a league , half a league , CRADLE SONG ... 175 176 ......... 178 181 . HOLLAND 184 What is the little one thinking about ? HE STANDETH AT THE DOOR AND KNOCKETH . In the silent midnight watches , THE ...
... LIGHT BRIGADE ... TENNYSON Half a league , half a league , CRADLE SONG ... 175 176 ......... 178 181 . HOLLAND 184 What is the little one thinking about ? HE STANDETH AT THE DOOR AND KNOCKETH . In the silent midnight watches , THE ...
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... light - hearted and content , THE LORDS OF THULE The Lords of Thule it did not please DANCE LIGHT .. .... ..PFIZER . ( German . ) ... 373 Longfellow's Translation . ANONYMOUS . ( German . ) 374 Anonymous Translation . JOHN FRANCIS ...
... light - hearted and content , THE LORDS OF THULE The Lords of Thule it did not please DANCE LIGHT .. .... ..PFIZER . ( German . ) ... 373 Longfellow's Translation . ANONYMOUS . ( German . ) 374 Anonymous Translation . JOHN FRANCIS ...
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... LIGHT BRIGADE . Meffert .. VANITAS . THE SANDS o ' DEE . .Nast ... 161 170 .Andrew & Filmer ... 182 .Anthony .... 189 " O Mary , go and call the cattle home , ” .... Macdonough ... Anthony ........... 200 " The creeping tide came up ...
... LIGHT BRIGADE . Meffert .. VANITAS . THE SANDS o ' DEE . .Nast ... 161 170 .Andrew & Filmer ... 182 .Anthony .... 189 " O Mary , go and call the cattle home , ” .... Macdonough ... Anthony ........... 200 " The creeping tide came up ...
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... LIGHT ! THE BAREFOOT BOY .... ODE TO A DEAD BODY WIND AND RAIN BINGEN ON THE RHINE . " A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers : " " Tell my sister not to weep for me , " " Fair Bingen on the Rhine . " . SONG OF THE BROOK ... JAMES ...
... LIGHT ! THE BAREFOOT BOY .... ODE TO A DEAD BODY WIND AND RAIN BINGEN ON THE RHINE . " A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers : " " Tell my sister not to weep for me , " " Fair Bingen on the Rhine . " . SONG OF THE BROOK ... JAMES ...
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... Starry are the heavens , lit with eternal joy ; Light like their own is dawning sweet and slowly O'er the fair and sculptured forehead of that yet dreaming boy . Soon he will awaken . THE AWAKENING OF ENDYMION . Red as the red rose B 9.
... Starry are the heavens , lit with eternal joy ; Light like their own is dawning sweet and slowly O'er the fair and sculptured forehead of that yet dreaming boy . Soon he will awaken . THE AWAKENING OF ENDYMION . Red as the red rose B 9.
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee Anthony babe beautiful bells beneath bird blessed Bobbett bonnie boys breast breath bright brow cheek cold d'ye dear deep door doth dream EUGENE ARAM eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends gone grave grief grieves hair hand happy hath head hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hurrah JEANIE MORRISON kiss kye come hame lassie LEIGH HUNT light lips live look LUDWIG UHLAND ly stil maiden Mary MAUD MULLER merry moon morning mother ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale river ROBERT HERRICK rose round sail shine sighs silent SIR PATRICK SPENS sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars Summer sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tears There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought Tommy's dead tree Twas weary weel weep wild WILLIAM MAGINN wind youth
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Page 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 243 - ... 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, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Page 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Page 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 89 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Page 302 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Page 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.