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Selected Songs: Sung at Harvard College, From 1862 to 1866 (Classic Reprint)
William Allen Hayes
No preview available - 2015
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Page 3 - 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.
Page 12 - Then up arose the oysterman, and to himself said he, 'I guess I'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see; I read it in the story-book, that, for to kiss his dear, Leander swam the Hellespont — and I will swim this here.
Page 24 - Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!" So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast. Had they not forgot, alas, to reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia.
Page 13 - Down fell that pretty innocent, as falls a snowwhite lamb, Her hair drooped round her pallid cheeks, like sea-weed on a clam. Alas for those two loving ones ! she waked not from her swound, And he was taken with the cramp, and in the waves was drowned; But Fate has metamorphosed them, in pity of their woe, And now they keep an oyster-shop for mermaids down below.
Page 15 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Page 11 - THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN. IT was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide ; The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim, Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him. It was the pensive oysterman that saw a lovely maid, Upon a moonlight evening, a-sitting in the shade : He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say, "I'm wide awake, young oysterman, and all the folks away.
Page 4 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee...
Page 95 - Ha! ha! let them think of their mothers, Who hope to see them again. No! stand to your glasses, steady! The thoughtless is here the wise: One cup to the dead already — Hurrah for the next that dies!
Page 99 - Catullan quote and several other echoes. integer vitae scelerisque purus non eget Mauris iaculis neque arcu nee venenatis gravida sagittis, Fusee, pharetra, sive per Syrtes iter aestuosas sive facturus per inhospitalem Caucasum vel quae loca fabulosus lambit Hydaspes. namque me silva lupus in Sabina, dum meam canto Lalagen et ultra terminum curis vagor expeditis, fugit inermem.