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banish bark beauty behold Bells are ringing bloom bowers breathe bridal bride bright bright eyes brighter day castanet charms cheek chill courser dance dark Dark shadows dawning light dear dearer distant drum dream eyes fade fancy Fill high—Here's flowers forget friends gay bowers gloom gone grief happy Hark harp Harvest home hear heard heart Looks forward helm a-lee Here's a Bumper high—Here's a Bumper Ionian Island L'Esperance leaves life's light Lilla's a lady lonely Love's lover comes mirth morning mournful name—dear love ne'er never night o'er the troubled old oak tree past pleasure regret rose rove sanguine heart Looks scorn shade shadows sigh sing smile song soon sorrow pass sound Spring steed sunny sunshine sweet tears tell There's thine thou art thought of Thee tramp troubled sea twas voice warlike band waves weep wind chills winter wounds we feel youth
Seite 97 - And they sought her in vain, when a week passed away! In the highest — the lowest — the loneliest spot, Young Lovell sought wildly — but found her not. And years flew by, and their grief at last Was told as a sorrowful tale long past; And when Lovell appeared, the children cried, "See! the old man weeps for his fairy bride.
Seite 96 - THE mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall ; And the baron's retainers were blithe and gay, And keeping their Christmas holiday. The baron beheld with a father's pride His beautiful child, young Lovell's bride; While she with her bright eyes seemed to be The star of the goodly company. "I'm weary of dancing now," she cried; "Here tarry a moment,— I'll hide, I'll hide!
Seite 54 - OH ! no ! we never mention her, Her name is never heard ; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word...
Seite 97 - At length an oak chest, that had long lain hid, Was found in the castle - they raised the lid And a skeleton form lay mouldering there, In the bridal wreath of that lady fair! Oh! sad was her fate! - in sportive jest She hid from her lord in the old oak chest. It closed with a spring! - and, dreadful doom, The bride lay clasp'd in her living tomb!
Seite 96 - They sought her that night, and they sought her next day, And they sought her in vain when a week passed away ; In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot, Young Lovell sought wildly — but found her not. And years flew by, and their grief at last Was told as a sorrowful tale long past; And when Lovell appeared, the children cried, "See! the old man weeps for his fairy bride.
Seite 54 - OH ! no, we never mention her, her name is never heard, My lips are now forbid to speak, that once familiar word ; From sport to sport they hurry me, to banish my regret, And when they win a smile from me, they think that I forget.
Seite 103 - She sighed when he caress'd her, For she knew that they must part ; She spoke not when he press'd her To his young and panting heart : — The banners waved around her, And she heard the bugle's sound — They pass'd — and strangers found her Cold and lifeless on the ground.
Seite 54 - ... forbid to speak That once familiar word : From sport to sport they hurry me To banish my regret; And when they win a smile from me, They think that I forget. They bid me seek in change of scene The charms that others see; But were I in a foreign land, They'd find no change in me : 'Tis true that'I behold no more The valley where we met; I do not see the hawthorn tree — But how can I forget...
Seite 96 - Away she ran, — -and her friends began Each tower to search, and each nook to scan; And young Lovell cried, "O, where dost thou hide? I'm lonesome without thee, my own dear bride.