Household song, collection of lyrical pieces, with illustr. by B. Foster, etc1861 |
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... bird and beast in covert rest , And pass the heartless day . " The sweeping blast , the sky o'ercast , " The joyless winter - day , Let others fear , to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl , it soothes my soul ...
... bird and beast in covert rest , And pass the heartless day . " The sweeping blast , the sky o'ercast , " The joyless winter - day , Let others fear , to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl , it soothes my soul ...
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... bird Return you tuneful thanks . The sober laverock , warbling wild , Shall to the skies aspire ; The gowdspink , Music's gayest child , Shall sweetly join the choir : The blackbird strong , the lintwhite clear , The mavis mild and ...
... bird Return you tuneful thanks . The sober laverock , warbling wild , Shall to the skies aspire ; The gowdspink , Music's gayest child , Shall sweetly join the choir : The blackbird strong , the lintwhite clear , The mavis mild and ...
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... bird , But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard . I sat beside the elm - tree , I watch'd the long , long shade , And , as it grew still longer , I did not feel afraid ; For I listen'd for a footfall , I listen'd for a ...
... bird , But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard . I sat beside the elm - tree , I watch'd the long , long shade , And , as it grew still longer , I did not feel afraid ; For I listen'd for a footfall , I listen'd for a ...
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... birds sang love on ev'ry spray , Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day . Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams ...
... birds sang love on ev'ry spray , Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day . Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams ...
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... banks o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ! THE BANKS O ' DOON . Thou'lt break my heart. THE BANKS O ' DOON . FLOW GENTLY , SWEET AFTON . 46 THE BANKS O' DOON Burns.
... banks o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ! THE BANKS O ' DOON . Thou'lt break my heart. THE BANKS O ' DOON . FLOW GENTLY , SWEET AFTON . 46 THE BANKS O' DOON Burns.
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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.