Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ...Macmillan, 1903 |
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... night ; study and ease Together mixt , sweet recreation , 10 And innocence , which most does please With meditation ... night ? 5 5 . My day or night myself I make Whene'er THE GOLDEN TREASURY W Collins, 64 Solitude, The Blind Boy,
... night ; study and ease Together mixt , sweet recreation , 10 And innocence , which most does please With meditation ... night ? 5 5 . My day or night myself I make Whene'er THE GOLDEN TREASURY W Collins, 64 Solitude, The Blind Boy,
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Francis Turner Palgrave John Henry Fowler. 5 . My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with ...
Francis Turner Palgrave John Henry Fowler. 5 . My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with ...
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... night Their solicitous delight , Sleeping , waking , still at ease , Pleasing , without skill to please ; Little gossip , blithe and hale , Tattling many a broken tale , Singing many a tuneless song , Lavish of a heedless tongue ...
... night Their solicitous delight , Sleeping , waking , still at ease , Pleasing , without skill to please ; Little gossip , blithe and hale , Tattling many a broken tale , Singing many a tuneless song , Lavish of a heedless tongue ...
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... night , When Severn shall re - echo with affright The shrieks of death thro ' Berkley's roof that ring , 55 Shrieks of an agonizing king ! She - wolf of France , with unrelenting fangs That tear st the bowels of thy mangled mate , From ...
... night , When Severn shall re - echo with affright The shrieks of death thro ' Berkley's roof that ring , 55 Shrieks of an agonizing king ! She - wolf of France , with unrelenting fangs That tear st the bowels of thy mangled mate , From ...
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... night . 9 . ODE WRITTEN IN 1746 How sleep the brave , who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's ...
... night . 9 . ODE WRITTEN IN 1746 How sleep the brave , who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's ...
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Página 48 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 65 - It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.
Página 55 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Página 29 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Página 98 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Página 16 - It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 66 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Página 42 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 33 - WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie ! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi...
Página 50 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.