Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Kegan Paul, Trench, 1884 |
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... sigh ! ) I love Him Ignorance is Bliss . She was not Fair The Poet to his Wife RICHARD HENRY DANA : The Little Beachbird GEORGE GORDON BYRON : The Isles of Greece ... To Thyrza ...... PAGE 57 58 60 5358 59 61 62 ៩ ៩ ៩៩៩៩ 64 65 66 ...
... sigh ! ) I love Him Ignorance is Bliss . She was not Fair The Poet to his Wife RICHARD HENRY DANA : The Little Beachbird GEORGE GORDON BYRON : The Isles of Greece ... To Thyrza ...... PAGE 57 58 60 5358 59 61 62 ៩ ៩ ៩៩៩៩ 64 65 66 ...
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... Sighs . Ode to Autumn .. To a Cold Beauty Love's Constancy . Ruth ... The Time of Roses CHARLES WELLS : Song ( Kiss no more the Vintages ) ... SIR HENRY TAYLOR : Song ( The morning broke ) . PAGE 112 112 ..... 113 116 • 119 121 122 122 ...
... Sighs . Ode to Autumn .. To a Cold Beauty Love's Constancy . Ruth ... The Time of Roses CHARLES WELLS : Song ( Kiss no more the Vintages ) ... SIR HENRY TAYLOR : Song ( The morning broke ) . PAGE 112 112 ..... 113 116 • 119 121 122 122 ...
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... sighs are brought , And whispers for the heart , their slave ; And shrieks that revel in abuse Of shivering flesh ; and warbled air , Whose piercing sweetness can unloose The chains of frenzy or entice a smile Into the ambush of despair ...
... sighs are brought , And whispers for the heart , their slave ; And shrieks that revel in abuse Of shivering flesh ; and warbled air , Whose piercing sweetness can unloose The chains of frenzy or entice a smile Into the ambush of despair ...
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... sigh along the shore . THE MAID'S LAMENT . I loved him not ; and yet , now he is gone , I feel I am alone . I check'd him while he spoke ; yet could he speak , Alas ! I would not check . For reasons not to love him once I sought , And ...
... sigh along the shore . THE MAID'S LAMENT . I loved him not ; and yet , now he is gone , I feel I am alone . I check'd him while he spoke ; yet could he speak , Alas ! I would not check . For reasons not to love him once I sought , And ...
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... sigh , ' Twas not a sigh of pain . I may not call thee back ; but thou Returnest when the hand Of gentle Sleep waves o'er my brow His poppy - crested wand . Then smiling eyes bend over mine ; Then lips , WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR . 43 ...
... sigh , ' Twas not a sigh of pain . I may not call thee back ; but thou Returnest when the hand Of gentle Sleep waves o'er my brow His poppy - crested wand . Then smiling eyes bend over mine ; Then lips , WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR . 43 ...
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Page 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Page 47 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave : For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave. Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow,— While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 88 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 256 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Page 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Page 45 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime, As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene, And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
Page 87 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 192 - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...