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Songs and ballads

By Charles Swain
Swain, Charles (1801-1874)
 
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[Thou that flingest back the portal]
 
TO THE LARK.
 
TRIPPING DOWN THE FIELD-PATH.
 
HOME AND FRIENDS.
 
THE LAST MEETING.
 
SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME.
 
THE THREE CALLERS.
 
LOVE'S TRIALS.
 
BE KIND TO EACH OTHER.
 
I WAITED TILL THE TWILIGHT.
 
THE COTTAGE DOOR.
 
LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
 
THE OLD COTTAGE CLOCK.
 
ALADDIN'S LAMP.
 
IMAGINARY EVILS.
 
MORNING.
 
KEEP THE HEART LIGHT AS YOU CAN.
 
YESTERDAY AND TO-MORROW.
 
GIVE ME THE PEOPLE.
 
WHERE DWELLS THE FAIRY QUEEN?
 
PASSING THY DOOR.
 
SONG AND SUMMER.
 
HO! BREAKERS ON THE WEATHER BOW.
 
WHEN THE HEART IS YOUNG.
 
PROCRASTINATION.
 
THE HUSBAND'S SONG.
 
THE ORPHAN BOY.
 
OH! WHAT A WORLD IT MIGHT BE!
 
DO A GOOD TURN WHEN YOU CAN.
 
'T WAS ON A SUNDAY MORNING.
 
TO THE SEA-NYMPH.
 
THE SEA-NYMPH'S REPLY.
 
THERE'S AN HOUR.
 
DISTRESS.
 
THE UNATTAINABLE.
 
IN MY FAIRY GARDEN.
 
THE BUCCANEER'S SONG.
 
LOVE'S HISTORY.
 
A FOOT UPON THE STEP.
 
THE HUNTING MORN.
 
THE MEADOW GATE.
 
A WORD OF THINE.
 
THE OLD EVENINGS.
 
BETTER THAN BEAUTY.
 
NEAR THEE.
 
A SKETCH.
 
FORGIVE AND FORGET.
 
A PALE, PALE CHEEK.
 
HATH THE WORLD.
 
THE LILIES OF THE FIELD.
 
TIME TO ME.
 
THE NIGHT HATH GONE.
 
MAIDEN WORTH.
 
UNKINDNESS.
 
WHEN LIFE HATH SORROW FOUND.
 
LIGHT OF HEART.
 
BEAUTY IS DEAD.
 
NEVER RAIL AT THE WORLD.
 
THE BETROTHED.
 
MORTALITY.
 
THE WAYS OF HEAVEN.
 
'TWAS JUST BEFORE THE HAY WAS MOWN.
 
THE VOICE OF THE MORNING.
 
A MOMENT.
 
MIRTH.
 
GIVE ME A FRESHENING BREEZE.
 
A VIOLET.
 
PAST THE HOUR.
 
THE COTTAGE WINDOW.
 
SPEAK NO ILL.
 
THE CHAMOIS HUNTERS.
 
OPEN HEARTED.
 
THE SAILOR.
 
THERE'S A CHARM.
 
DARKNESS UPON THE SEA.
 
VILLAGE COURTSHIP.
 
THE SHIPS OF ENGLAND.
 
MARY.
 
THE COQUETTE.
 
THE SNOW.
 
LOVE GIFTS.
 
I WILL NOT GIVE MY HEART AWAY.
 
THE BEAUTIFUL DAY.

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62

THE LILIES OF THE FIELD.

I love the lilies of the field
Whose grace adorns my way,
For they remind me of a form
More beautiful than they!
I love the wild rose, bending meek,
At summer evening's close;
But there is yet a fonder cheek,
Where blooms a richer rose!
I love the hour when shadows sleep,
When twilight walks the dew,
But, oh! there is an eye more deep;
Yet soft as twilight's too:
I love to watch Night's starry brow,
Above the darkness shine,
'T is heavenly sweet, as one I know,
Whose love makes life divine!
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