A bore. I cannot sing the old songs now ! It is not that I deem them low; 'Tis that I can't remember how They go. I could not range the hills till high Above me stood the summer moon : And as to dancing, I could fly As soon. The sports, to which with... Proceedings - Side 242av Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1895Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
| Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1895 - 368 sider
...our fathers fought of yore, Until the thing became almost A bore. I cannot sing the old songs now 1 It is not that I deem them low; 'Tis that I can't...other reason than the simple belief that if he had, in his day, known of or anticipated the existence of our modern minor poet, it would probably have been... | |
| Charles Stuart Calverley - 1872 - 260 sider
...day I. sang ; of love, of 'fame, Of fights our fathers fought of yore, Until the thing almost became A bore. I cannot sing the old songs now ! .It is not...summer moon : And as to dancing, I could fly As soon. • The sports, to which with boyish glee I sprang erewhile, attract no more; Although I am but sixty-three... | |
| Charles Stuart Calverley - 1872 - 144 sider
...All day I sang; of love, of fame, Of fights our fathers fought of yore, Until the thing almost became A bore. I cannot sing the old songs now ! It is not...summer moon : And as to dancing, I could fly As soon. The sports, to which with boyish glee I sprang erewhile, attract no more; Although I am but sixty-three... | |
| Mary Cecil Hay - 1875 - 328 sider
...you f ' " ' I cannot,' " she said, standing still in the long cloak Scot was buttoning. " ' — ring the old songs now. It is not that I deem them low ; 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.' " He, stooping at his task, looked up now with a smile in his warm eyes ; and Doris glanced down to... | |
| Mary Cecil Hay - 1876 - 190 sider
...ask you ?" "'I can not,'" she said, standing still in the long cloak Scot was buttoning, " '— eing the old songs now. It is not that I deem them low ; "fis that I can't remember how They go.' " He, stooping at his task, looked up now with a smile in... | |
| William Davenport Adams - 1880 - 362 sider
...whose heart must break, Lay upon lay : I nearly learn'd To shake. All day I sang ; of love, of fame, I cannot sing the old songs now ! It is not that I...summer moon : And as to dancing, I could fly As soon. Again, in exactly the same vein : Friend, there be they on whom mishap Or never or so rarely comes,... | |
| Charles Stuart Calverley - 1883 - 134 sider
...day I sang ; of love, of fame, Of fights our fathers fought of yore, Until the thing almost became A bore. I cannot sing the old songs now ! It is not that I deem them low ; "Pis that I can't remember how They go. I could not range the hills till high Above me stood the... | |
| Charles Stuart Calverley - 1885 - 236 sider
...day I sang ; of love, of fame, Of fights our fathers fought of yore, Until the thing almost became A bore. I cannot sing the old songs now! It is not...summer moon : And as to dancing, I could fly As soon. The sports, to which with boyish glee I sprang erewhile, attract no more; Although I am but sixty-three... | |
| Ellen Olney Kirk - 1891 - 336 sider
...from the darkness and silence." He pulled himself up and pretended to laugh at his own earnestness. " I cannot sing the old songs now, It is not that I deem them low ; 'T is that I can't remember how They go," he quoted comically, " Not however that Calverley told... | |
| Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1894 - 624 sider
...Are but the handsells of our joy hereafter. It is shewn in one of Calverley's mocking laments for bis past youth— All day I sang; of love, of fame, Of...given, if for no other reason than the simple belief tbat if he had, in his day, known of or anticipated the existence of our modern minor poet, it would... | |
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