Songs and PoemsFrench, 1872 - 122 pages |
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amid art thou auld beauty bird Birth-day Club blast blessing blossom bosom bough breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cast charms CHEVIOT cold dark dead dear doth dream earth fate fear flash flow flowers fond frae friends glide gone grace grey GREY FRIAR grief happy harp hath hear heart hill hope hope and fear Kirkstall lassie life's light lonely look'd lover maid memory midnight hour morn MOSS-TROOPER mourn murmur nature's never night numbers o'er Perchance playmates poor rain rare John Hobbs Ravenspurn rill roam roaring rose round seem'd seems shadow shine shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring storm strain stream summer sunbeam sunshine sweep sweet sweet days tempest thee thine thou art thou'rt thy home Trala Twas twill voice wake ween weep wending wild wind wing winter wonder woodman world goes round youth
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Page 87 - have been, Whose records all are fled. And yet, as dying fires emit Bright flashes as they close ; So memory may flash back the light Of youth, its joys and woes : 'Tis sunset now ; thy sun has set, Fate soon shall smooth thy bed ; And few will miss that tottering step,
Page 87 - the plain, A reckless, fearless child. Where are those youthful playmates now, Where is that mother dear; And where the friends of manhood's prime, That thou'rt untended here ? Thou canst not tell, but like a stone Reared o'er the silent dead; Effaced by years, show
Page 88 - Is this the end of mortal hope ? Doth thus the warrior bend ? Forgotten by himself, can thus The proud man homeward wend ? Ah, yes! all earthly things, as grass, Must wither where they spring : Fear not
Page 50 - may I roam, Search on and never find thy home ; Or meet thee once but eye to eye, And blest beyond expression die ! Lost for years, lost for years, Mourned in sighs, and mourned in tears.
Page 108 - gone, sweet Infant! called Ere life had well begun ; Like tender bud torn from the stem When opening to the sun. 0 death ! were there no broken hearts, No bosoms crushed with care, That thou
Page 111 - AWAY TARDY SUN. Away tardy sun to thy home in the west, And bring the lone twilight so dear to my breast; For ere thou hast laved thy broad face in the sea,
Page 95 - THE SILVER HAIR. Amid her tresses raven-black, One silver hair sad Beauty found ; And to her eye there sprang a tear, And from her heart a sigh profound : The bloom of youth,
Page 32 - seas dash o'er his head. So let the wild wind pour its blast, And lash the roaring sea; I'm safe amid the storm my girl, As when at home with thee. 'Tis
Page 80 - true, No power of earth would dare to do ; 'Twould melt a tyrant heart to tears, And shed o'er youth the frost of years : Yet think you such a heavenly flame,