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... Hurrah for Merry England ! The Roast Beef of Old Eng- 250 • 251 land My Heart's in the Highlands 251 England ! the Shelter in the Storm ! 252 Erin ! the Tear and the Smile The Blue Bells of Scotland England ! dear England ! God save the ...
... Hurrah for Merry England ! The Roast Beef of Old Eng- 250 • 251 land My Heart's in the Highlands 251 England ! the Shelter in the Storm ! 252 Erin ! the Tear and the Smile The Blue Bells of Scotland England ! dear England ! God save the ...
Pagina 102
... is the great Taskmaster , hallowed then the Master's work . ' All true work is sacred ; in all true work , were it but true hand labour , there is something of divineness .'- CARLYLE . WORKING SONGS . A CHEER FOR THE WORKERS . HURRAH.
... is the great Taskmaster , hallowed then the Master's work . ' All true work is sacred ; in all true work , were it but true hand labour , there is something of divineness .'- CARLYLE . WORKING SONGS . A CHEER FOR THE WORKERS . HURRAH.
Pagina 103
... Hurrah for the men who wield the pen , And they who use the spade ; Who earn their daily bread By the sweat of an honest brow ! Hurrah for the men who dig and delve , And they who reap and ... Hurrah for the men who strive ! Hurrah for the.
... Hurrah for the men who wield the pen , And they who use the spade ; Who earn their daily bread By the sweat of an honest brow ! Hurrah for the men who dig and delve , And they who reap and ... Hurrah for the men who strive ! Hurrah for the.
Pagina 104
Mary Elizabeth Townsend. Hurrah for the men who strive ! Hurrah for the men who save , Who sit not down to sigh , But struggle like the brave ! Hurrah for the men who earn their bread , And will not stoop to crave ! J. RICHARDSON ...
Mary Elizabeth Townsend. Hurrah for the men who strive ! Hurrah for the men who save , Who sit not down to sigh , But struggle like the brave ! Hurrah for the men who earn their bread , And will not stoop to crave ! J. RICHARDSON ...
Pagina 105
... Hurrah ! hurrah ! true knights are we , In Labour's lordlier chivalry ! Clang , clang , clang , clang ! O ! there be hearts that ache to see The day - dawn of our victory ; Eyes full of heart - break with us plead , And watchers weep ...
... Hurrah ! hurrah ! true knights are we , In Labour's lordlier chivalry ! Clang , clang , clang , clang ! O ! there be hearts that ache to see The day - dawn of our victory ; Eyes full of heart - break with us plead , And watchers weep ...
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BARONESS NAIRNE beauty bells Beneath birds bless blest blithe bloom blossoms blow blue boatie rows bonny boys brave breast breath breeze Bregenz bright Brixham CHARLES MACKAY cheer child chimes cowslips cuckoo flower daisies dark dear deep doth dreamland's flowers earth ELIZA COOK England eyes fair Father fire flax-flower glory God's golden green green days groweth hand happy hath hear heart Heave heaven hill holy Hurrah labour land land-ho light live lonely Lord MARY HOWITT merrily merry merry England morning Mountain Daisy never night o'er old oaken bucket peace pray primrose rest rink-a-tink round Rule Britannia shining shore sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring storm summer-time sunshine sweet SYDNEY Dobell tears tell thee there's thine things thou thought toil Twas Tyrol violet voice watch waves weary weel weep wild wind
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Pagina 84 - ... King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee.
Pagina 166 - HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells .' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme.
Pagina 177 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Pagina 49 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Pagina 46 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Pagina 191 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Pagina 196 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie, In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...
Pagina 167 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Pagina 7 - PACK, clouds, away; and welcome, day; With night we banish sorrow: Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft, To give my love good-morrow. Wings from the wind to please her mind. Notes from the lark I'll borrow : Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing, To give my love good-morrow.
Pagina 12 - THE stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam ; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.