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... green wood long , Here's health and renown to his broad green crown , And his fifty arms so strong . There's fear in his frown , when the sun goes down , And the fire in the west fades out , And he sheweth his might on a wild midnight ...
... green wood long , Here's health and renown to his broad green crown , And his fifty arms so strong . There's fear in his frown , when the sun goes down , And the fire in the west fades out , And he sheweth his might on a wild midnight ...
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... 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 garden of ...
... 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 garden of ...
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... green sod wraps my grave , may pity haply say , Oh ! his heart , his heart is broken for the love of Alice Gray . LOVE AMONG THE ROSES . YOUNG Love flew to the Paphian bower , And gather'd sweets from many a flower , From roses and ...
... green sod wraps my grave , may pity haply say , Oh ! his heart , his heart is broken for the love of Alice Gray . LOVE AMONG THE ROSES . YOUNG Love flew to the Paphian bower , And gather'd sweets from many a flower , From roses and ...
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... green , To music murmuring sweeter far , Than ever was heard ' neath the morning star ! Roam , roam , & c . I'll rob of its sweet the humble bee , I'll crush the wine from the cowslip tree ; I'll pull the berries , I'll trap the bed ...
... green , To music murmuring sweeter far , Than ever was heard ' neath the morning star ! Roam , roam , & c . I'll rob of its sweet the humble bee , I'll crush the wine from the cowslip tree ; I'll pull the berries , I'll trap the bed ...
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... green , And nought but mirth and jollity , Around us could be seen . And thus we pass'd the merry time , Nor thought of care or woe , In the days when we went gipsying , A long time ago . All hearts were light , and eyes were bright ...
... green , And nought but mirth and jollity , Around us could be seen . And thus we pass'd the merry time , Nor thought of care or woe , In the days when we went gipsying , A long time ago . All hearts were light , and eyes were bright ...
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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...