Ballads and LyricsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 394 psl. |
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... guess what life lead we , That dwell by dale and down . And if thou canst that riddle read , As read full well you may , Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed . As blithe as queen of May . " Yet sung she , " Brignal banks are fair ...
... guess what life lead we , That dwell by dale and down . And if thou canst that riddle read , As read full well you may , Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed . As blithe as queen of May . " Yet sung she , " Brignal banks are fair ...
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... guess ' t was wreathed by Zara , whom he will wed to - night ! Rise up , rise up , Xarifa ! lay the golden cushion down ; Rise up , come to the window , and gaze with all the town ! What aileth thee , Xarifa ? what makes thine eyes look ...
... guess ' t was wreathed by Zara , whom he will wed to - night ! Rise up , rise up , Xarifa ! lay the golden cushion down ; Rise up , come to the window , and gaze with all the town ! What aileth thee , Xarifa ? what makes thine eyes look ...
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... guess , they'll try it , - - Here's damnation to the cut - throats ! " then he handed me his flask , Saying , “ Gal , you're looking shaky ; have a drop of old Jamaiky ; I'm afeared there ' ll be more trouble afore the job is done ...
... guess , they'll try it , - - Here's damnation to the cut - throats ! " then he handed me his flask , Saying , “ Gal , you're looking shaky ; have a drop of old Jamaiky ; I'm afeared there ' ll be more trouble afore the job is done ...
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... guess you , She was a wonder , and nothing less ! Colts grew horses , beards turned gray , Deacon and deaconess dropped away , Children and grandchildren - where were they ? But there stood the stout old one - hoss shay As fresh as on ...
... guess you , She was a wonder , and nothing less ! Colts grew horses , beards turned gray , Deacon and deaconess dropped away , Children and grandchildren - where were they ? But there stood the stout old one - hoss shay As fresh as on ...
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... guess , Thirteen summers , or something less ; Girlish bust , but womanly air ; Smooth , square forehead with uprolled hair , 1 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL , the son of the Rev. Charles Low- ell , and descended from an old and distinguished ...
... guess , Thirteen summers , or something less ; Girlish bust , but womanly air ; Smooth , square forehead with uprolled hair , 1 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL , the son of the Rev. Charles Low- ell , and descended from an old and distinguished ...
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40 psl. - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
67 psl. - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
54 psl. - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
46 psl. - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
31 psl. - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
279 psl. - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. " Cannon to right of them ; Cannon to left of them; Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder*d.
142 psl. - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
116 psl. - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
42 psl. - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
176 psl. - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.