Ballads and LyricsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 394 psl. |
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... lips still wear a smile , And move , and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah , now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow : Ah , now she murmurs , now she speaks What most I wish and fear to know ! She starts , she ...
... lips still wear a smile , And move , and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah , now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow : Ah , now she murmurs , now she speaks What most I wish and fear to know ! She starts , she ...
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... lips , and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could bar , Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely his face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her ...
... lips , and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could bar , Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely his face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her ...
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... lips Spread a death - shade round the ships , Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun . 1 Copenhagen was bombarded by the English fleet , under Lord Nelson and Admiral Parker , in April , 1801 , and the Danish fleet was almost totally ...
... lips Spread a death - shade round the ships , Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun . 1 Copenhagen was bombarded by the English fleet , under Lord Nelson and Admiral Parker , in April , 1801 , and the Danish fleet was almost totally ...
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... lip is pale , The crust of blood lies black and dim upon his bur- nished mail ; And evermore the hoarse tambour breaks in upon their wailing , - Its sound is like no earthly sound " Alas ! alas for Celin ! " The Moorish maid at the ...
... lip is pale , The crust of blood lies black and dim upon his bur- nished mail ; And evermore the hoarse tambour breaks in upon their wailing , - Its sound is like no earthly sound " Alas ! alas for Celin ! " The Moorish maid at the ...
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... lip the blood . " Father ! " at length he murmur'd low , and wept like childhood then : Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of war- like men ! He thought on all his glorious hopes , and all his young renown , He flung his ...
... lip the blood . " Father ! " at length he murmur'd low , and wept like childhood then : Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of war- like men ! He thought on all his glorious hopes , and all his young renown , He flung his ...
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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.