Folk SongsJohn Williamson Palmer Charles Scribner, 1861 - 466 pagina's |
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Pagina xv
... past THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .... It is the miller's daughter , THE SHEPHERD'S SON The gowan glitters on the sward , THE LORELEI ... I know not what it presages , WITHOUT AND WITHIN ... My coachman , in the moonlight there , SIR PATRICK ...
... past THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .... It is the miller's daughter , THE SHEPHERD'S SON The gowan glitters on the sward , THE LORELEI ... I know not what it presages , WITHOUT AND WITHIN ... My coachman , in the moonlight there , SIR PATRICK ...
Pagina 58
... Past all dishonor , Death has left on her Only the beautiful . Still , for all slips of hers , One of Eve's family , Wipe those poor lips of hers , Oozing so clammily . Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb , Her fair auburn tresses ...
... Past all dishonor , Death has left on her Only the beautiful . Still , for all slips of hers , One of Eve's family , Wipe those poor lips of hers , Oozing so clammily . Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb , Her fair auburn tresses ...
Pagina 65
... past He lives ; nor , to the last , Of seeing him again will I despair ; In dreams I see him now ; And , on his angel brow , I see it written , " Thou shalt see me there ! " Yes , we all live to God ! FATHER , thy chastening rod So help ...
... past He lives ; nor , to the last , Of seeing him again will I despair ; In dreams I see him now ; And , on his angel brow , I see it written , " Thou shalt see me there ! " Yes , we all live to God ! FATHER , thy chastening rod So help ...
Pagina 68
... past away ? The reddest lips that ever have kissed , The brightest eyes that ever have shone , May pray and whisper and we not list , Or look away and never be missed , Ere yet ever a month is gone . Gillian's dead ! God rest her bier ...
... past away ? The reddest lips that ever have kissed , The brightest eyes that ever have shone , May pray and whisper and we not list , Or look away and never be missed , Ere yet ever a month is gone . Gillian's dead ! God rest her bier ...
Pagina 93
... past ? and who can judge us right ? - -too apt to fall ! Ah , were we judged by what we might have been , And not by what we are My little child - he sleeps These thoughts and me . and smiles between In heaven we shall know all ! ROBERT ...
... past ? and who can judge us right ? - -too apt to fall ! Ah , were we judged by what we might have been , And not by what we are My little child - he sleeps These thoughts and me . and smiles between In heaven we shall know all ! ROBERT ...
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