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Seite 35 - I'd break her spirit, or I'd break her heart. BURNS: Tam Of Shunter. How blest has my time been ! what joys have I known, Since wedlock's soft bondage made Jessy my own ! So joyful my heart is, so easy my chain, That freedom is tasteless, and roving a pain. Through walks grown with woodbines as often we stray, Around us our boys and girls frolic and play : How pleasing their sport is ! the wanton ones see, And borrow their looks from my Jessy and me.
Seite 3 - Immortal patriots ! rise once more : Defend your rights, defend your shore : Let no rude foe with impious hand, Let no rude foe with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies Of toil and blood the well-earned prize. While offering peace sincere and just, In Heaven we place a manly trust, That truth and justice will prevail, And every scheme of bondage fail.
Seite 19 - I would approach, but dare not move : Tell me, my heart, if this be love ? Whene'er she speaks, my...
Seite 16 - D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch All as one as a piece of the ship, And with her brave the world without offering to flinch, From the moment the anchor's a-trip.
Seite 4 - Behold the chief who now commands, Once more to serve his country, stands — The rock on which the storm will beat ; The rock on which the storm will beat. But, arm'd in virtue firm and true, His hopes are fixed on Heaven and you.
Seite 8 - A hundred men with each a pen, Or more upon my word, sir, It is most true would be too few, Their valor to record, sir.
Seite 34 - And all her roses dead. But ah ! where both their charms unite, How perfect is the view, With every image of delight, With graces ever new...
Seite 7 - In a word, to sum up all his talents together, His heart is of lead, and his brain is of feather: Yet, if he has sense but to balance a straw, He' will sure take the hint from the picture I draw.