Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ...Macmillan, 1903 |
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... tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame , And work their woe and thy renown . To thee belongs the rural reign ...
... tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame , And work their woe and thy renown . To thee belongs the rural reign ...
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... tears ! ' -Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side 10 He wound with toilsome march his long array : — Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in ...
... tears ! ' -Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side 10 He wound with toilsome march his long array : — Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in ...
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... tear st the bowels of thy mangled mate , From thee be born , who o'er thy country hangs The scourge of heaven ! What terrors round him wait ! Amazement in his van , with flight combined , And sorrow's faded form , and solitude behind ...
... tear st the bowels of thy mangled mate , From thee be born , who o'er thy country hangs The scourge of heaven ! What terrors round him wait ! Amazement in his van , with flight combined , And sorrow's faded form , and solitude behind ...
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... tear blins her ee : Drumossie moor - Drumossie day- A waefu ' day it was to me ! For there I lost my father dear , My father dear , and brethren three . Their winding - sheet in the bluidy clay , Their graves are growing green to see ...
... tear blins her ee : Drumossie moor - Drumossie day- A waefu ' day it was to me ! For there I lost my father dear , My father dear , and brethren three . Their winding - sheet in the bluidy clay , Their graves are growing green to see ...
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... tear shall never leave my cheek , No other youth shall be my marrow- I'll seek thy body in the stream , And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow . -The tear did never leave her cheek , No other youth became her marrow ; She found his ...
... tear shall never leave my cheek , No other youth shall be my marrow- I'll seek thy body in the stream , And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow . -The tear did never leave her cheek , No other youth became her marrow ; She found his ...
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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.