Poems: Including The Saint's Tragedy, Andromeda, Songs, Ballads, &cMacmillan, 1878 - 304 pages |
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2ND MONK Alruna ALTENAHR angels art thou Athené Balt birds BISHOP BISHOP OF BAMBERG blessed blood Cepheus child Christ CONRAD COUNT WALTER dare daughter dead Dietrich dost dream earth ELIZ ELIZABETH Exeunt eyes fair faith fear flesh FOOL God's gold grace GUTA hand hear heart heaven heigh-ho heroes holy honour husband ISEN ISENTRUDIS IST MONK King Kitzingen ladies land Landgrave LEWIS limbs lips live look Lord madam maid maiden March month Marpurg mighty moorlands mother never night noble o'er Odin PAMA PEAS poor pray priest princess queen round saint SCENE shame sing sleep smile song soul speak spirit sweet tell thee There's thine Thuringia toil Twas voice Wartburg watch weep wife wilt WOMAN WOODC word young
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Page 283 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green ; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen ; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away ; Young blood must have its course, lad. And every dog his day.
Page 211 - The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came down and hid the land ; And never home came she.
Page 216 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 284 - I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world ; Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day ; And I cried for her more than a week, dears ; But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears. As I played in the heath one day : Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away, And her arm trodden off by the cows, dears,...
Page 212 - Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come home to the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep; And good-by to the bar and its moaning.
Page 117 - Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear ; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house ; so shall the King greatly desire thy beauty : for He is thy Lord ; and worship thou Him.
Page 216 - Beacon, Airly Beacon ; Oh the pleasant sight to see Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, While my love climbed up to me ! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon ; Oh the happy hours we lay Deep in fern on Airly Beacon, Courting through the summer's day ! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon ; Oh the weary haunt for me, All alone on Airly Beacon, With his baby on my knee ! A FAREWELL.
Page 231 - Oh sweet it was in Aves to hear the landward breeze A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees, With a negro lass to fan you, while you listened to the roar Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore.
Page 234 - Breathe in lovers' sighs, While the lazy gallants Bask in ladies' eyes. What does he but soften Heart alike and pen? 'Tis the hard grey weather Breeds hard English men. What's the soft South-wester? 'Tis the ladies...
Page 282 - Dank and foul, dank and foul, By the smoky town in its murky cowl; Foul and dank, foul and dank, By wharf and sewer and slimy bank...