An Old Scrap-bookUniversity Press, 1884 - 659 páginas |
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Anne Hathaway ANONYMOUS Auf Wiedersehen banner beauty beneath blessed blow blue bonnie bonnie Dundee bower boys BRAES OF BALQUHIDDER brave breast breath bright Brignall brow County Guy Cumnor dark dead dear death deep doth dream DRYBURGH ABBEY earth eyes fair farewell father fear flag flowers friends gallant gaze gleaming glory gone grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour Inchcape Rock Ivy green kiss Lady land light lips live look Lord Mac Garadh MOORE morning mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean Osawatomie PIBROCH rock rose round sail Samian wine Shan Van Vocht shine shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star-spangled banner stars storm stream Sung sweet tears tell thee There's thine Thomas Moore thou art voice wandering waves weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wings youth
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Página 503 - 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.
Página xxix - From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home. There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure...
Página 528 - 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. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 499 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 396 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers— they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror— 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Página 503 - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, 'Now tread we a measure !
Página 342 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near ; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear ; And one to me are shame and fame.
Página 430 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness?
Página 498 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 446 - When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.