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Songs of the Heart: Selected from Many Sources, with Numerous ..., Band 3
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016
Songs of the Heart: Selected from Many Sources, with Numerous Illustrations ...
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016
Ae fond kiss angel ANN BOTHWELL'S LAMENT Annabel Lee babe Balow Beware birds bloom blush bower breast bright C'est le coeur child coeur qui fait dear deck Dolly Sullivan Douglas dreams eyes face fair fairest thing fait valoir fear Florence Vane flowers fond fooling thee forever gentle grace grave grief grieves hath heart heaven Henry Francis Cary hills backward John Hamilton Reynolds kiss knew LADY ANN BOTHWELL'S lassie light live look Love's lovers luve ly stil maid maiden maun Miss Hallock moon ne'er night o'er Perilla Philip Pendleton Cooke rest river round sail shining sighs sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul stars stept stil and sleipe Sweet hope tarry tears that—he thee weipe There's thik thine thing in mortal Thomas Kibble Hervey thought Tommy's dead Twas valoir les mots village weepen liady weeping whair-eir wind words zeem
Seite 32 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Seite 59 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Seite 33 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Seite 66 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Seite 138 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Seite 49 - Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose.
Seite 60 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 65 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.
Seite 41 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Seite 100 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.