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Allen-a-Dale angel baby BATTLE OF BLENHEIM Bay of Biscay beneath bird birdie blessed bright Brixham call me early canst child COCK ROBIN cried danced dark dear death Dora Greenwell doth Eliza Cook eyes fair fairy father flowers Garrett Gilpin good-night grass grave gray green hand hath haunted spring head hear heard heart heaven Homes of England Inchcape Rock Jane Taylor John Barleycorn JOHN GILPIN kissed lamb laugh light little birdie little Dandelion Little white Lily live look Mary Mary Howitt merry morning mother nest Netherby never night o'er play poor pray pretty Queen quoth ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH round sails shining sing sleep smiled snow song sorrow sweet tear tell thee There's thou Three Bells Tommy Rook tree Twas TWINKLE unto voice waves wild wind Winstanley word young Lochinvar
Page 106 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 164 - Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee?
Page 106 - I long wooed 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.
Page 224 - That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife; O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allow'd To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Page 111 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Page 241 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Page 122 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Page 137 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.