Ballads of LifeJ. H. Parry & Company, 1886 - 202 ˹éÒ |
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˹éÒ 107 - But I snatched off the trinket,— this locket of gold ; An inch from the centre my lead broke its way, Scarce grazing the picture, so fair to behold, Of a beautiful lady in bridal array.
˹éÒ 75 - BEYOND these chilling winds and gloomy skies,-- Beyond death's cloudy portal — There is a land where beauty never dies, And love becomes immortal. A land whose light is never dimmed by shade, Whose fields are ever vernal, Where nothing beautiful can ever fade, But blooms for aye eternal. We may not know how sweet its balmy air, How bright and fair its flowers ; We may not hear the songs that echo there, Through those enchanted bowers.
˹éÒ 144 - So stehst du, o Schloß meiner Väter, Mir treu und fest in dem Sinn, Und bist von der Erde verschwunden, Der Pflug geht über dich hin. Sei fruchtbar, o teurer Boden, Ich segne dich mild und gerührt Und segn ihn zwiefach, wer immer Den Pflug nun über dich führt.
˹éÒ 140 - Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn, Im dunkeln Laub die Goldorangen glühn, Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht, Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht — Kennst du es wohl? Dahin! Dahin Möcht ich mit dir, o mein Geliebter, ziehn!
˹éÒ 78 - And thou wilt lean, as thou leanest now, With drooping limbs and aching brow, And wish the shadows would faster creep, And long to go to thy quiet sleep. Well were it then if thine aching brow Were as free from sin and shame as now ! Well for thee, if thy lip could tell A tale like this, of a day spent well. If thine open hand hath...
˹éÒ 107 - RIFLEMAN, shoot me a fancy shot Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette; Ring me a ball in the glittering spot That shines on his breast like an amulet!" "Ah, captain! here goes for a fine-drawn bead, There's music around when my barrel's in tune!
˹éÒ 114 - There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers And true lovers...
˹éÒ 77 - A little while," to keep the oil from failing, " A little while," faith's flickering lamp to trim ; And then, the Bridegroom's coming footsteps hailing, To haste to meet Him with the bridal hymn.
˹éÒ 52 - For ever hiss within mine ears To break the sleep of pain. I can but own my life is vain, A desert void of peace. I missed the goal I sought to gain ; I missed the measure of the strain That lulls Fame's fever in the brain, And bids earth's tumult cease.
˹éÒ 78 - With drooping limbs and aching brow, And wish the shadows would faster creep, And long to go to thy quiet sleep. Well were it then if thine aching brow Were as free from sin and shame as now ! Well for thee if thy lip could tell A tale like this, of a day spent well. If thine open hand hath relieved distress — If thy pity hath sprung to wretchedness — If thou hast forgiven the sore offence, And humbled thy heart with penitence — If nature's voices have spoken to thee With her holy meanings...