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Allen-a-Dale arms bear beautiful Bell beneath beside Birket Foster BONNIE bride bright charms child cried CUMNOR HALL dark DAUGHTER dead dear dream Duncan EDWIN face fair fall father flowers FLOWING FOREST FRIAR G. H. Thomas GRAY green hand hast head hear heard heart heav'n Henry Hermit hill Hollo Hope hour Inchcape King lady land LASS leaves light live LOCHINVAR lonely look look'd LORD loud MARCH Mary miller morn mother never night o'er OPEN PETREL poor Queen quoth remember rest Robin ROCK round seen side sigh sing sleep smiled sorrow sound spread spring steed stormy summer sweet tears tell thee There's thou thought town tree turn Twas vale village voice WANDERED waves weep wife wild wind wish wood Yarrow young
Page 65 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 8 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 57 - As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.
Page 33 - TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Page 149 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Page 24 - I Remember, I Remember. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember...
Page 30 - 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 147 - IT was a summer evening. Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.