Davidson's complete collection of the songs, scenas, &c. of Henry Russell

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1850

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Page 24 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the
Page 24 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 26 - Wait a little longer. There's a good time coming, boys, A good time coming : Let us aid it all we can, Every woman, every man, The good time cuming.
Page 25 - THERE'S a good time coming, boys, A good time coming : We may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming. Cannon balls may aid the truth, But thought's a weapon stronger; We'll win our battle by its aid; — Wait a little longer.
Page 61 - A LIFE on the ocean wave, A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep! Like an eagle caged, I pine On this dull, unchanging shore: Oh!
Page 26 - And flourish all the stronger ; And Charity shall trim her lamp ; — Wait a little longer.
Page 35 - Alas! that ever I made, Or that skill of mine should plan The spear and the sword, for men whose joy Is to slay their fellow-man...
Page 71 - The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he.
Page 61 - The land is no longer in view, The clouds have begun to frown; But with a stout vessel and crew, We'll say, Let the storm come down!
Page 39 - I've tried ; When all were false, I found thee true, My counsellor and guide. The mines of earth no treasures give That could this volume buy ; In teaching me the way to live It taught me how to die ! GEORGE P.

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