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... fair and so deceiving . Few have ever loved like me ; Oh ! I have loved thee too sincerely ! And few have e'er deceived like thee , Alas ! deceived me too severely . Fare thee well ! yet think awhile On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt ...
... fair and so deceiving . Few have ever loved like me ; Oh ! I have loved thee too sincerely ! And few have e'er deceived like thee , Alas ! deceived me too severely . Fare thee well ! yet think awhile On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt ...
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... fair cheek of beauty with tears is impearl'd , When the banner , the banner of war is unfurl'd . On the shore how alert , how intrepid the crew ; How firm at their sovereign's command ; Or dauntless o'er ocean her foes to pursue , And ...
... fair cheek of beauty with tears is impearl'd , When the banner , the banner of war is unfurl'd . On the shore how alert , how intrepid the crew ; How firm at their sovereign's command ; Or dauntless o'er ocean her foes to pursue , And ...
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... fair ? The green grass grows on that fertile spot , Where once grew the sweetest of flowers ; Land of my kindred , thou shalt ne'er be forgot , While a ruin remains of thy towers . wwwwww No more , & c . THE WILD WHITE ROSE . ALL in the ...
... fair ? The green grass grows on that fertile spot , Where once grew the sweetest of flowers ; Land of my kindred , thou shalt ne'er be forgot , While a ruin remains of thy towers . wwwwww No more , & c . THE WILD WHITE ROSE . ALL in the ...
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... fair , And the clerk at the tavern still claims the great chair ; But of all the proud fellows , the proudest I'll be , While the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me . BACCHANALIAN SONG . GAILY still my moments roll Whilst I quaff ...
... fair , And the clerk at the tavern still claims the great chair ; But of all the proud fellows , the proudest I'll be , While the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me . BACCHANALIAN SONG . GAILY still my moments roll Whilst I quaff ...
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... fair ? I'll meet thee in the silent night , When stars are shining gentle light , Enough for love but not too bright , To tell who blushes there . You've told me when , now tell me where , Am 1 to meet with thee my fair ? I'll meet thee ...
... fair ? I'll meet thee in the silent night , When stars are shining gentle light , Enough for love but not too bright , To tell who blushes there . You've told me when , now tell me where , Am 1 to meet with thee my fair ? I'll meet thee ...
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Popular passages
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...