Bachelor Ballads: Being Certain of the Masterpieces of Verse; Wherein is Set Forth the Sentiment of Good Fellowship; Set to Pictures

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New Amsterdam Book Company, 1898 - American poetry - 159 pages
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Page 37 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 153 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Page 49 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 138 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay!
Page 75 - WE sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port, The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, The lighthouse, the dismantled fort, The wooden houses, quaint and brown.
Page 34 - I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize; Now to the maid who has none, sir: Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
Page 153 - The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Page 137 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, Waken, lords and ladies gay...
Page 21 - A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke.
Page 12 - Here let us sport, Boys, as we sit ; Laughter and wit Flashing so free. Life is but short— When we are gone, Let them sing on, . . . Round the old tree.

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