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Welcome , welcome , do I sing , Far more welcome than the spring ; He that
parteth from you never , Shall enjoy a spring for ever . Love that to the voice is
near , Breaking from your ivory pale , Need not walk abroad to hear The delightful
...
Welcome , welcome , do I sing , Far more welcome than the spring ; He that
parteth from you never , Shall enjoy a spring for ever . Love that to the voice is
near , Breaking from your ivory pale , Need not walk abroad to hear The delightful
...
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TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY , GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING . JOHN
DRYDEN . Born 1631 - Died 1701 . Ask not the cause , why sullen Spring So
long delays her flowers to bear ; Why warbling birds forget to sing , · And winter
storms ...
TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY , GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING . JOHN
DRYDEN . Born 1631 - Died 1701 . Ask not the cause , why sullen Spring So
long delays her flowers to bear ; Why warbling birds forget to sing , · And winter
storms ...
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The lamb the flowery thyme devours , The dain the tender kid pursues ; Sweet
Philomel in shady bowers Of verdant Spring her note renews ; All follow what
they most admire , As I pursue my soul ' s desire . Nature must change her
beauteous ...
The lamb the flowery thyme devours , The dain the tender kid pursues ; Sweet
Philomel in shady bowers Of verdant Spring her note renews ; All follow what
they most admire , As I pursue my soul ' s desire . Nature must change her
beauteous ...
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The schoolboy , wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay , Starts ,
the new voice of spring to hear , And imitates thy lay . What time the pea puts on
the bloom Thou Aiest thy vocal vale , An annual guest in other lands , Another ...
The schoolboy , wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay , Starts ,
the new voice of spring to hear , And imitates thy lay . What time the pea puts on
the bloom Thou Aiest thy vocal vale , An annual guest in other lands , Another ...
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THE RETURN OF SPRING . ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . Cauld winter is awa ' , my
love , And spring is in her pride ; The breath of heaven stirs a ' to life , And beauty
far and wide . The birds canna contain themsel ' s Upon the sprouting tree , But ...
THE RETURN OF SPRING . ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . Cauld winter is awa ' , my
love , And spring is in her pride ; The breath of heaven stirs a ' to life , And beauty
far and wide . The birds canna contain themsel ' s Upon the sprouting tree , But ...
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Seite 28 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee...
Seite 250 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Seite 249 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Seite 72 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Seite 83 - Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time...
Seite 88 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Seite 240 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Seite 266 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Seite 27 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 274 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave!