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Página 244 - Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming : And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay,
Página 280 - When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen, And Zion's daughters poured their lays, With priest's and warrior's voice between.
Página 127 - Thou shouldst not say me nay ; For the eve is sweet, and when lovers meet, Is worth the whole summer's day. "'And I'll chain the blood-hound, and the warder shall not sound, And rushes shall be strew'd on the stair ; So, by the black roodstone, and by holy St. John, I conjure thee, my love, to be there...
Página 281 - And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light ! Our harps we left by Babel's streams, The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn ; No censer round our altar beams, And mute are timbrel, trump, and
Página 175 - Comfe as the winds come, when Forests are rended : Come as the waves come, when , Navies are stranded. Faster come, faster come, Faster and •faster: Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master.
Página 156 - In the proudly arched chapel the banners are beaming ; Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming, Lamenting a Chief of the People should fall. But meeter for thee, gentle lover of nature, To lay down thy head like the meek mountain lamb, When, wildered, he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam.
Página 291 - Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the blue bonnets are bound for the Border. Many a banner spread, Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story, Mount and make ready then, Sons of the mountain glen, Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory.
Página 268 - THE herring loves the merry moonlight, The mackerel loves the wind, But the oyster loves the dredging sang, For they come of a gentle kind.
Página 304 - The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh ; * Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy? The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born Cavalier.
Página 244 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they,

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