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Musa Burschicosa: A Book of Songs for Students and University Men (Classic ...
John Stuart Blackie
No preview available - 2015
beautiful Beware Bill billow biped bird bivalves bless thee blithely brae brain brave breeze burn and blister buy my wares Celtic seas charm creed Is damned dainty place dame dares deny deny this creed Devonian divine Dora drinking dwell earth who happy faith fancy fear and trembling Fling fool gainer gay cavaliers glee glen grace green greet the Spring heart heather I plucked Herr Philister hurrah-ra-ra jocund Jerry John Bull JOHN STUART BLACKIE Jolly Jerry jovial land life's light lovely maid maid of Dalnacorra maid of Grishornish Mammoth mighty Nancy o'er Oban old Greek wares peace Peter and Paul PHILISTINE plough the deep Quaker's wife sends to-morrow shades of sorrow sing smile song soul sprig of white sunny surging sea tapir things thou fair thou rare to-day truth Vater Noah wares 1 Here's waves are free white heather wide waves wings wise wonder
Page 55 - Rocking on a lazy billow With roaming eyes, Cushioned on a dreamy pillow, Thou art not wise ; Wake the power within thee sleeping, Trim the plot that's in thy keeping ; Thou wilt bless the task when reaping Sweet labour's prize. Since the green earth had beginning, Land, sea, and skies,
Page 57 - Is garnered by the wise. Let each to-morrow Do to-morrow's work with power ; But he soweth sorrow Who lives beyond the hour. While mad ambition stints his sleep, To scale the skies and plumb the deep, I trim my little plot, and reap My roses with the wise.
Page 42 - sensuous show ! Now brim your glass, and plant it well Beneath your nose on the table, And you will find what philosophers tell Of I and non-I is no fable. Now, listen to wisdom, my son ! Myself am the subject, This wine is the object
Page 93 - SOME book-worms will sit and will study Alone, with their dear selves alone, Till their brain like a mill-pond grows muddy And their heart is as cold as a stone. But listen to what I now say, boys, Who know the fine art to unbend,
Page 96 - on the brae ; To whom shall I give it \ To whom shall I give it ? Not to the haughty, the high, and the proud, Not to Clotilda, who sails through the crowd With a lofty look and a fine disdain, As if all were born to hold her train ; But beautiful
Page 94 - birring, A spinster may sit and may croon, But a mettlesome youth should be stirring, Like Hermes with wings to his shoon; With a club, or a bat, or a mallet, Making sport with the ball on the green, Or roaming about with a wallet, Where steamboats and tourists are seen.
Page 105 - Which is better, who can say, Lucy grave or Mary gay ? She who half her charms conceals, She who flashes while she feels ? Why should I my love confine ? Why should fair be mine or thine ? If I praise a tulip, why Should I pass
Page 95 - Then rise from the lean-visaged study, That drains all the sap from your brains : Give your face to the breeze and grow ruddy With blood that exults in the veins. Trust me,—for I know what I say, boys,— And use the fine art to unbend, All work, with no season of play, boys, Makes Jack a dull boy in the end