Poems: Including The Saint's Tragedy, Andromeda, Songs, Ballads, & Etc

Macmillan, 1882 - 326 páginas

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Página 212 - For men must work, and women must weep, And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning.
Página 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,...
Página 211 - The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam, And all alone went she. The western tide crept 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 rolling mist came down and hid the land — And never home came she. "Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair — A tress o...
Página 230 - On mine own passions' ever-burning wheel. THE LAST BUCCAXIER. OH F-ngfand it a. pleasant place for them that's rich and high, But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I ; And such a port for mariners I ne'er shall see again As the pleasant Isle of Aves, beside the Spanish main. There were forty craft in Aves that were both swift and stout, All furnished well with small arms and cannons round about; And a thousand men in Aves made laws so fair and free To choose their valiant captains and...
Página 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-bye to the bar and its moaning.
Página 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.
Página 234 - Through the sleet and snow! Who can over-ride you? Let the horses go! Chime, ye dappled darlings, Down the roaring blast; You shall see a fox die Ere an hour be past. Go! and rest to-morrow, Hunting in your dreams, While our skates are ringing O'er the frozen streams. Let the luscious South-wind Breathe in lovers' sighs, While the lazy gallants Bask in ladies
Página 78 - Oh ! that we two were Maying Down the stream of the soft spring breeze ; Like children with violets playing In the shade of the whispering trees. Oh ! that we two sat dreaming On the sward of some sheep-trimmed down, Watching the white mist steaming Over river and mead and town. Oh ! that we two lay sleeping In our nest in the churchyard sod, With our limbs at rest on the quiet earth's breast, And our souls at home with God ! LEW.
Página 274 - THERE sits a bird on every tree ; Sing heigh-ho ! There sits a bird on every tree, And courts his love, as I do thee ; Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho ! Young maids must marry. There grows a flower on every bough ; Sing heigh-ho ! There grows a flower on every bough, Its petals kiss — I'll show you how : Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho ! Young maids must marry.
Página 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...

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