My lady Green Sleeves, by the author of 'Comin' thro' the rye'. |
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... London , as they are the width of a world , in fact , from me ? I steel my heart against the beauty around me , it is no longer mine - for I am not of those who value things only in proportion to their distance 44 MY LADY GREEN SLEEVES .
... London , as they are the width of a world , in fact , from me ? I steel my heart against the beauty around me , it is no longer mine - for I am not of those who value things only in proportion to their distance 44 MY LADY GREEN SLEEVES .
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... my only chance , for perhaps I shall go away again to - day , " she says , sighing . " You would like to remain ? " " Yes ; papa talked to me about it so often , that I seemed to know the place by heart . MY LADY GREEN SLEEVES . 47.
... my only chance , for perhaps I shall go away again to - day , " she says , sighing . " You would like to remain ? " " Yes ; papa talked to me about it so often , that I seemed to know the place by heart . MY LADY GREEN SLEEVES . 47.
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Helen Buckingham Mathers. that I seemed to know the place by heart . " O ! " she cries passionately , and stopping short , " what would he say if he knew it was gone , that his old friend was dead , and that he had sent me over here to ...
Helen Buckingham Mathers. that I seemed to know the place by heart . " O ! " she cries passionately , and stopping short , " what would he say if he knew it was gone , that his old friend was dead , and that he had sent me over here to ...
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... , on reaching the attic we share between us , I pause to look down on the boyish face , and a pang seizes my heart to see how pale it grows . But not from me shall fall one word of discouragement ; every 52 MY LADY GREEN SLEEVES .
... , on reaching the attic we share between us , I pause to look down on the boyish face , and a pang seizes my heart to see how pale it grows . But not from me shall fall one word of discouragement ; every 52 MY LADY GREEN SLEEVES .
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... heart to envy the lad his few poor shillings , honestly earned by the sweat of his brow . For all my daylight toil , my midnight work , what have I to show ? Sometimes when the lust of gold , for Sieviking's sake , is on me , and the ...
... heart to envy the lad his few poor shillings , honestly earned by the sweat of his brow . For all my daylight toil , my midnight work , what have I to show ? Sometimes when the lust of gold , for Sieviking's sake , is on me , and the ...
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Page 65 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 133 - Bonnie and blooming and straight was its make, The sun took delight to shine for its sake ; And it will be the brag o
Page 156 - And mony ane sings o' corn ; And mony ane sings o' Robin Hood, Kens little whare he was born. It was na in the ha', the ha', Nor in the painted bower ; But it was in the gude green wood, Amang the lily flower.
Page 65 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Page 107 - Empedocles, himself a native of the city, that • the Agrigentines built as if they were to live for ever, and feasted as if they were to die on the morrow.
Page 88 - It was well known that with a woman, a dog and a walnut tree, the more you beat 'em the better they be.
Page 89 - Up then spake the Queen o' Fairies, Out o' a bush o* broom — "She that has borrow'd young Tamlane, Has gotten a stately groom. — Up then spake the Queen o' Fairies, Out o' a bush o' rye— "She's ta'en awa the bonniest knight In a
Page 68 - THERE was three ladies in a ha', Fine flowers i' the valley ; There came three lords amang them a', Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.
Page 114 - They managed things better in Rome,' I say, laughing, ' where the citizens used to take out their slaves to evening parties to jest for them, and at every shout of laughter provoked by them assumed an air of modesty as if they had said all the good things themselves — it must have saved them a lot of trouble.
Page 211 - The red o' my love's cheek is red As blood that's spilt on snaw. "When ye come to the castle, Light on the tree of ash, And sit ye there and sing our loves As she comes frae the mass. " Four and twenty fair ladies Will to the mass repair; And weel may ye my lady ken, The fairest lady there.