Household song, collection of lyrical pieces, with illustr. by B. Foster, etc1861 |
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... wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams their channels deeper wear . My Mary , dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st ...
... wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams their channels deeper wear . My Mary , dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st ...
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... night was worth them a ' , Amang the rigs o ' barley . CHORUS . - Corn rigs an ' barley rigs , And corn rigs are bonnie ; I'll ne'er forget that happy night Amang the rigs wi Annie . CHURCH BELLS . WAKE me to - night , my 39.
... night was worth them a ' , Amang the rigs o ' barley . CHORUS . - Corn rigs an ' barley rigs , And corn rigs are bonnie ; I'll ne'er forget that happy night Amang the rigs wi Annie . CHURCH BELLS . WAKE me to - night , my 39.
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Household song. CHURCH BELLS . WAKE me to - night , my mother dear , That I may hear The Christmas Bells , so soft and clear , To high and low glad tidings tell , How God the Father loved us well , CHURCH BELLS . How God the Eternal Son ...
Household song. CHURCH BELLS . WAKE me to - night , my mother dear , That I may hear The Christmas Bells , so soft and clear , To high and low glad tidings tell , How God the Father loved us well , CHURCH BELLS . How God the Eternal Son ...
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... Wake me , that I the twelvemonth long May bear the song About with me in the world's throng ; That treasured joys of Christmas tide May with mine hour of gloom abide ; The Christmas Carol ring Deep in my heart , when I would sing ; Each ...
... Wake me , that I the twelvemonth long May bear the song About with me in the world's throng ; That treasured joys of Christmas tide May with mine hour of gloom abide ; The Christmas Carol ring Deep in my heart , when I would sing ; Each ...
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Aft ha'e Amang the rigs asleep by thy auld baith BALLOCHMYLE barley beating beneath birk Birket Foster blast bliss blythe bonnie Doon bosom break my heart BROOK-SIDE BRUAR WATER CAPTAIN GROSE'S PEREGRINATIONS charm CHILDREN'S BIBLE PICTURE-BOOK CHURCH BELLS cloth gilt DUNCAN GRAY EDMONSTON EDWIN AND EMMA Ev'n Fareweel fate Fcap Flow gently flowers Frae fragrant G. H. Thomas ha'e I roved happy night HARRISON WEIR heart I pu'd hour HUMBLE PETITION JERROLD JOHN GILBERT kiss'd LASS OF RICHMOND luve MARY IN HEAVEN Mary's asleep maun MILLER morocco MOUNTAIN DAISY mourn Numbers o'er owre PATERNOSTER ROW PETITION OF BRUAR pow'r pride pu'd a rose remember RICHMOND HILL rigs are bonnie river Dee Robin dear ROBIN REDBREAST roved by bonnie See'st thou thy sigh'd sing smiles sound I heard sweet Afton thee Thou'lt break Thou'rt wrong thro WANDERED wanton weary wooing o't YE banks ye'll
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Page 10 - 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 25 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 24 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Page 23 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 2 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 43 - GRAY came here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Page 9 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine...
Page 35 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene.
Page 50 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 35 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.