Songs by a Song-writerChapman & Hall, 1859 - 142 páginas |
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Beware bless blest bliss bound earth free boys breath charms CONGRESS OF PARIS Crackle and blaze darkness dear despots vex Dragon's teeth dream drink EDEN HALL Europe needs eyes fame folded rose France his songs gladness gleam glory golden goodnight grief Hark haste hath heart heaven Here's kings kiss lanterns light lips Long live Uncle look magic cup Mary needs them once night o'er once more spoken poem Poland purpose to fulfil pursue thy butterfly Pygmalion Robert Burns rushlights sailor's wife save the Queen scorn Scotland set The right shout sigh sight sirs smile songs are sung spoken That whisper'd Spring star strike the bound summer sunshine sweet tear need tell thee thine thou thrones Thy destined purpose thy lances to-day tongue tyrants here Thy vex our poor War Songs weary thoughts who'll buy wild winds Word but spoken
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Página 12 - BABY'S SHOES. OH those little, those little blue shoes ! Those shoes that no little feet use. Oh the price were high That those shoes would buy, Those little blue unused shoes ! For they hold the small shape of feet That no more their mother's eyes meet, That, by God's good will, Years since, grew still, And ceased from their totter so sweet.
Página 45 - You'll not go in ? Think on the day That made me, John, your wife; What pleasant talk that day we had Of all our future life — Of how your steady earnings, John, No wasting should consume, But weekly some new comfort bring To deck our happy room ! Then don't go in to-night. To see us, John, as then we dressed — So tidy, clean and neat — Brought out all eyes to follow us As we went down the street.
Página 32 - O GENTLE, gentle summer rain, Let not the silver lily pine, The drooping lily pine in vain To feel that dewy touch of thine, To drink thy freshness once again, O gentle, gentle summer rain. In heat, the landscape quivering lies; The cattle pant beneath the tree; Through parching air and purple skies, The earth looks up in vain for thee: For thee, for thee, it looks in vain, O gentle, gentle summer rain. Come thou, and brim the meadow streams, And soften...
Página 32 - In heat the landscape quivering lies; The cattle pant beneath the tree ; Through parching air and purple skies The earth looks up, in vain, for thee; For thee — for thee, it looks in vain, O gentle, gentle summer rain.
Página 71 - On which her bare room looks, Whose only wealth is its wall's one print, And its mantel's few old books ; Her spare cold bed in the corner, Her single, worn, worn chair, And the grate that looks so rusty and dull, As never a fire were there; And there, as she stitches and stitches, She hears her caged thrush sing, E " Oh would it never were May — green May ! " It never were bright, bright Spring...
Página 13 - Of a patter along the floor ; And blue eyes she sees Look up from her knees With the look that in life they wore. As they lie before her there, There babbles from chair to chair A little sweet face That's a gleam in the place, With its little gold curls of hair.
Página 93 - ... shout, As some new-found prize they pull, Prattlers range the fields about, Till their laps with flowers are full; Seated round On the ground, Now they sort the wonders found. Now do those in cities pent, Labouring life away, confess. Spite of all, that life was meant, One to be with happiness: Hark!
Página 93 - Roger nowThrough the furrows plods along, Singing to the creaking plough Many a quaint old country song; Morning rings As he sings, With the praise of other Springs. Children now in every school Wish away the weary hours ; Doubly now they feel the rule Barring them from buds and flowers ; How they shout, Bounding out, Lanes and fields to race about ! Now, with shrill and wondering shout, As some new-found prize they pull, Prattlers range the fields about, Till their laps with flowers are full; Seated...
Página 94 - THEY smile at me ; they laughing say, When will you be a man ? The parting year leaves you the boy You were when it began ; And I, in love with the disgrace, Their smiles and jests enjoy, And thank kind Heaven that, old in years, In heart I'm still a boy. What is it, this they'd have me win, This gain from which I start ? A keener calculating head — Ah loss ! — a colder heart ; Well, manhood's sense or boyhood's warmth, But one if I enjoy, Leave, leave the heart and keep the head, I still will...
Página 25 - tis colder without, And as curtains we draw and around the hearth close, As we glad us with talk of great frosts and deep snows, As redly thy warmth on the...