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... Sorrow Song • 43. Death's Triumph 44. To Life's Pilgrim 45. Last Lines Notes . · Alfred Tennyson Sir Walter Raleigh ( ? ) Thomas Moore . Robert Burns 66 66 Lady Nairne · Matthew Arnold . 274 • • 274 277 278 279 280 281 Frederick Locker ...
... Sorrow Song • 43. Death's Triumph 44. To Life's Pilgrim 45. Last Lines Notes . · Alfred Tennyson Sir Walter Raleigh ( ? ) Thomas Moore . Robert Burns 66 66 Lady Nairne · Matthew Arnold . 274 • • 274 277 278 279 280 281 Frederick Locker ...
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... sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ; Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give ...
... sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ; Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give ...
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... sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! Oh , could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . - MICHAEL BRUCE . 30 . TO THE CUCKOO . O BLITHE new - comer ...
... sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! Oh , could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . - MICHAEL BRUCE . 30 . TO THE CUCKOO . O BLITHE new - comer ...
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... sorrow , and heal your teen ? " Minstrels and maids , stand forth on the floor . " In an ox - stall this night we saw , The snow in the street and the wind on the door . A babe and a maid without a flaw . Minstrels and maids , stand ...
... sorrow , and heal your teen ? " Minstrels and maids , stand forth on the floor . " In an ox - stall this night we saw , The snow in the street and the wind on the door . A babe and a maid without a flaw . Minstrels and maids , stand ...
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... sorrow and healed our care . " Minstrels and maids , stand forth on the floor . News of a fair and marvellous thing , The snow in the street and the wind on the door . Nowell , nowell , nowell , we sing ! Minstrels and maids , stand ...
... sorrow and healed our care . " Minstrels and maids , stand forth on the floor . News of a fair and marvellous thing , The snow in the street and the wind on the door . Nowell , nowell , nowell , we sing ! Minstrels and maids , stand ...
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Page 48 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 54 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Page 200 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Page 94 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 186 - 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.
Page 73 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 49 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 158 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 186 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Page 102 - 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.