Ballads old and newHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... thing . " As lang ' s this ring it keeps the hue , Ye ' ll know I am a lover true : " But when the ring turns pale and wan , Ye ' ll know I love another man . " 399 He hoist up sails , and awa ' sail'd he , And sail'd into a far ...
... thing . " As lang ' s this ring it keeps the hue , Ye ' ll know I am a lover true : " But when the ring turns pale and wan , Ye ' ll know I love another man . " 399 He hoist up sails , and awa ' sail'd he , And sail'd into a far ...
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... thing look braw , For wha can tell how Colin , fared When he was far awa ' ? Sae true his heart , sae smooth his speech , His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in ' t As he comes up the stair , - And will I see his face ...
... thing look braw , For wha can tell how Colin , fared When he was far awa ' ? Sae true his heart , sae smooth his speech , His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in ' t As he comes up the stair , - And will I see his face ...
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... a long time like dumb things , Stood in a dumb surprise . Then all at once we left that trance , And shouted where we stood ; 70 We clasp'd each other's hands and vow'd We would be 50 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... a long time like dumb things , Stood in a dumb surprise . Then all at once we left that trance , And shouted where we stood ; 70 We clasp'd each other's hands and vow'd We would be 50 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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... thing to know . " ( Alas ! to her wise simple mind These things were all but known Before they trembled on her sense , - Her voice had caught their tone . Alas for lonely Heaven ! Alas For life wrung out alone ! Alas , and though the ...
... thing to know . " ( Alas ! to her wise simple mind These things were all but known Before they trembled on her sense , - Her voice had caught their tone . Alas for lonely Heaven ! Alas For life wrung out alone ! Alas , and though the ...
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... thing ; How oft send I my men before , And tarry myself behind ? " It is no cunning a knave to ken , An a man but hear him speak ; 40 An it were not for bursting of my bow , John , I would thy head break . " 45 But often words they ...
... thing ; How oft send I my men before , And tarry myself behind ? " It is no cunning a knave to ken , An a man but hear him speak ; 40 An it were not for bursting of my bow , John , I would thy head break . " 45 But often words they ...
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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.