In the depths of the desert, when lonely and drear I love, I love the night If I had a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green I had knock'd out the dust from my pipe, t'other night Just like love is yonder rose Life is like a summer morning Meet me to-night in the path which lies Never despair!-let the feeble in spirit Our fire on the turf, and our tent 'neath a tree One day when to Jove the black list was presented O County Guy, the hour is nigh. ... Oh! why was I thus left compassionless, dreary ... "O Marian the merry, who gave you that fairing Oh! do you remember the old soldier's daughter Oh! it must be a fearful thing One winter morn in careless mood Oh! never despair, for our hopes oftentime Oh! come and be my love Some poets praise the violet's hue Sleep, gentle sleep! around my pillow PLGB 12 45 49 53 99 101 168 205 214 217 223 222 172 246 43 Smile on, young bride, smile on, smile on See the course throng'd with gazers... Solemnly, mournfully, dealing its dole She walks in beauty like the night The merry bells of England, how I love to hear them sound 148 The summer is come! the summer is come!... To the west! to the west! to the land of the free... 100 Tell me not in mournful numbers 112 "They tell me, dear father, each gem in the sky" 120 ""Tis easy to forget the past" 160 'Tis the last rose of summer ... They may talk as they please of their far-spreading waters 213 There is a reaper whose name is Death There was a brave old mariner 'Tis a libel on woman to say through the casement Under the walnut-tree dance with me Why chime the bells so merrily? "What shall I bring thee, maiden, say?" When at the social board you sit We watched her breathing through the night "What will to-morrow bring ?" ... We mark it in the fleecy clouds... You speak of sunny skies to me... You all knew Tom Moody, the whipper-in, well ... PAGE 31 96 50 71 103 114 117 199 202 221 223 178 140 253 91 166 5 10 15 130 . |