King Leir and His Three Daughters (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
A lamentable Song of the Death of King Leir and his Three Daughters. To the tune of When flying Fame.King ...
A lamentable Song of the Death of King Leir and his Three Daughters. To the tune of When flying Fame.King ...
(Of my Brother's infant Son, February 21, 1839.)I.THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, And hurried welcomes, as ...
WHEN rejoicing in the light of our Salvation,With the Covenant of Peace upon the mind,We reach the crowning joy of ...
"OH, there 's mony a gate eawt ov eawr teawn-end, But nobbut one for me; It winds by a ...
Through the broad, rolling prairie I'll merrily ride, Though father may fume, and though mother may chide, To the green, ...
When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleepFor thinking of his merchandise upon the fatal deep;His ships ...
An angry angel hurled from the heavenly heightDrumroll alarms onto the sombre earth,Hundreds of stars burnt out their light,Hundreds of ...
Oh, there's mony a gate eawt ov eawr teawn-end, But nobbut one for me;It winds by a rindlin' wayter ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant ...
OF ALL the ships that sail life's sea,The Comradeship's the one for me;In weather fair or weather foul,A pleasant breeze ...
There're mony a gate eawt of eaw teawnend,-But nobbut one for meIt winds by a rindlin' wayter side,An' o'er a ...
Old, old,Centuries old,How old a love is, who can say?It is an ancient daySince thou and I wert wed.The orb?d ...
I stood one summer, friend, besideThe foam waves of a distant seaThat muttered all the summer throughA low sweet threnody.A ...
Mothers dream such splendid dreams when their little babies smile, Dreams of wondrous deeds they'll do in the happy after- ...
Through yon little planting, by yonder streamside,Where Ribble's sweet waters flow softly and wide,While the dew's on the meadows it's ...
Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling,The darling of our crew;No more he'll hear the tempest howling,For death has ...
When God's wrath-cloud is o'er me, Affrighting heart and mind; When days seem dark before me, And days seem black ...
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
Richard Pigott, the forger, was a very bad man, And to gainsay it there's nobody can, Because for fifty years ...
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