Ballads old and newHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... close his pinions to his breast , If chance his mate's shrill call he hear , And drops at once into her nest : - The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet . 18 " O Susan , Susan , lovely dear ...
... close his pinions to his breast , If chance his mate's shrill call he hear , And drops at once into her nest : - The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet . 18 " O Susan , Susan , lovely dear ...
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... understood Or borne in trust ? And for her sake Shall this too be found good ? — May the close lips that knew not prayer Praise ever , though they would ? ) 78 84 90 96 102 " We two , " she said , " will 61 The Blessed Damozel.
... understood Or borne in trust ? And for her sake Shall this too be found good ? — May the close lips that knew not prayer Praise ever , though they would ? ) 78 84 90 96 102 " We two , " she said , " will 61 The Blessed Damozel.
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... leaned against a thorn ; He had no follower , dog , nor man , nor boy : He neither cracked his whip , nor blew his horn , But gazed upon the spoil with silent joy . 36 Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned Stood 135 Hart - Leap ...
... leaned against a thorn ; He had no follower , dog , nor man , nor boy : He neither cracked his whip , nor blew his horn , But gazed upon the spoil with silent joy . 36 Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned Stood 135 Hart - Leap ...
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Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig. Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned Stood his dumb partner in this glorious feat ; Weak as a lamb the hour that it is yeaned ; And white with foam as if with cleaving sleet . Upon his side the Hart ...
Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig. Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned Stood his dumb partner in this glorious feat ; Weak as a lamb the hour that it is yeaned ; And white with foam as if with cleaving sleet . Upon his side the Hart ...
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... men lay . 243 " I look'd to Heaven , and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came , and made My heart as dry as dust . 247 " I closed my lids , and kept them close 160 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... men lay . 243 " I look'd to Heaven , and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came , and made My heart as dry as dust . 247 " I closed my lids , and kept them close 160 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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ancient Mariner Annabel Lee auld ballads bells blood bonny Bonny Dundee breath bride bright Brignall Brignall banks Camelot cried Cusha dead dear death English eyes fair fast fear fell frae gallant gane gay goshawk Glenkindie green Greta woods gude hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven HIND HORN Kemp Owyne kirk kiss knee Lady of Shalott land light Little John look look'd Lord loud maiden mair maun moon mother nane ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Percy poems quoth Rafe red gowd ring Robin Hood rode round sails sall sang Scot Scots kirk ship sing Sir Patrick Spens Sir Walter slain smile song soul spake steed stood storm sweet sword ta'en tell thee There's thou thro tree true Thomas turn'd uppe waly wave weel wild wind wine Yarrow young Beichan
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Side 317 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Side 57 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Side 243 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Side 278 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Side 132 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance. And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Side 314 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Side 313 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a...
Side 38 - 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.
Side 312 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Side 312 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you "—here I opened wide the door.