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# New minstrel/Dame Durden

DAME DURDEN.
Dame Durden kept five serving girls, To carry the milking pail, She also kept five lab'ring men, To use the spade and flail.
'Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll, and Kate, And Dorthy Draggletail, And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, And Humphrey with hs flail.
​'Twas John kiss'd Dolly, and Dick hiss'd Betty, And Joe kiss'd Molly, and Dorthy Draggletail, And Kitty was a charming maid. To carry the milk-pail.
Dame Durden in the morn so soon, She did begin to bawl, To rouse her servant maids and men, She did most loudly call. 'Twas Moll and Bet, &c.
'Twas on the morn of Valentine, The birds began to prate, Dame Durden's servant maids and men, They all began to mate. 'Twas Moll and Bet, &c.
# Dame Durden

* "Dame Durden", in New minstrel (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Dame Durden", in The Singers' Companion (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Dame Durden", in The Highland Plaid (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# The Singers' Companion/Dame Durden

DAME DURDEN.
Dame Durden kept five serving girls, To carry the milking pail, She also kept five lab’ring men, To use the spade and flail.
’Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll, and Kate, And Dorthy Draggletail, And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, And Humphrey with hs flail.
​Twas John kiss’d Dolly, and Dick hiss’d Betty, And Joe kiss’d Molly, and Dorthy Draggletail, And Kitty was a charming maid. To carry the milk-pail.
Dame Durden in the morn so soon, She did begin to bawl, To rouse her servant maids and men, She did most loudly call. ’Twas Moll and Bet, &c.
’Twas on the morn of Valentine, The birds began to prate, Dame Durden’s servant maids and men, They all began to mate. ’Twas Moll and Bet, &c.
# The Highland Plaid (4)/Dame Durden

DAME DURDEN.
FINIS.
# New minstrel/Up in the Morning Early

UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.
Up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early; When a the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly.
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast. I'm sure it's winter fairly Up in the morning &c.
The birds sit chittering on the thorn, A' day they fare but sparely And lang's the nicht frae e'en to morn I'm sure it's winter fairly. Up in the morning, &c.
# New minstrel/Banks of Doon

THE BANKS O' DOON.
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care! Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons through the flowering thorn; Thou minds me of departed joys, Departed, never to return.
Oft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; And hear ilk bird sing o' its love, As fondly sae did I o' mi ​Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; But my fause lover stole my rose, And left the sharpest thorn wi' me
# New minstrel/Rule Britannia

RULE BRITANNIA.
When Britain first at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main: This was the charter of our land, And guardian angels sung this strain- Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves
The nations not so blest as thee, Must in their turn to tyrants fall; While thou shaft flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all: Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves.
FINIS.
# New minstrel/O'er the Muir amang the Heather

O'ER THE MUIR AMANG THE HEATHER.
Comin' through the craigs o' Kyle, Amang the bonnie blooming heather, There I met a bonnie lassie, Keeping a' her ewes thegither.
O'er the muir amang the heather, O'er the muir amang the heather There I met a bonnie lassie Keeping a' her ewes thegither.
Says I, my dear, where is thy hame? In muir, or dale, pray tell me whither? Says she, I tend the fleecy flocks That feed amang the blooming heather O'er the muir, &c.
​We laid us down upon a bank, Sae warm and sunnie was the weather; She left her flocks at large to rove Amang the bonny blooming heather. O'er the muir, &c.
While thus we lay she sang a sang, Till echo rang a mile and farther, And aye the burden o' the sang, Was o'er the muir amang the heather. O'er the muir, &c.
She charm'd my heart, and aye sinsyne I couldna think on ony ither: By sea and sky she shall be mine! The bonnie lass amang the heather. O'er the muir, &c.
# The Singers' Companion/O'er the Muir amang the Heather

O’ER THE MUIR AMANG THE HEATHER.
Comin’ through the craigs o’ Kyle, Amang the bonnie blooming heather, There I met a bonnie lassie, Keeping a’ her ewes thegither.
O’er the muir amang the heather, O’er the muir amang the heather There I met a bonnie lassie, Keeping a’ her ewes thegither.
Says I, my dear, where is thy hame? In muir, or dale, pray tell me whither? Says she, I tend the fleecy flocks That feed amang the blooming heather. O’er the muir, &c
​We laid us down upon a bank, Sae warm and sunnie was the weather; She left her flocks at large to rove Amang the bonny blooming heather. O’er the muir, &c.
While thus we lay she sang a sang, Till echo rang a mile and farther, And aye the burden o’ the sang, Was o’er the muir amang the heather. O’er the muir, &c.
She charm’d my heart, and aye sinsyne I couldna think on ony ither: By sea and sky she shall be mine! The bonnie lass amang the heather. O’er the muir, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Highland Minstrel Boy

Highland Minstrel Boy.
[Written by Harry Stoe Van Dyk, author of a volume of poems published a dozen years ago, entitled, "The Coronal." Set to music by John Barnett.]
I ha'e wander'd mony a night in June, Along the banks of Clyde, Beneath a bright and bonnie moon, Wi' Mary at my side: A summer w.is she to mine e'e, And to my heart a joy, And weel she loo'd to roam wi' me, Her Highland minstrel boy.
Oh, her presence could on ev'ry star New brilliancy confer, And I thought the flow'rs were sweeter far, When they were seen with her: Her brow was calm as sleeping sea, Her glance was full o' joy, And oh, her heart was true to me, Her Highland minstrel boy.
I ha'e play'd to ladies fair and gay, In mony a southron hall; But there was one far far away, A world above them all. And now, though weary years have fled, I think wi' mournful joy, Upon the time when Mary wed Her Highland minstrel boy.
# Highland Minstrel Boy

* "Highland Minstrel Boy", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "The Highland Minstrel Boy", in New minstrel (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Highland Minstrel Boy", in The Singers' Companion (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# New minstrel/The Highland Minstrel Boy

THE HIGHLAND MINSTREL BOY
I ha'e wander'd mony a summer night, Alang the banks of Clyde, Beneath the moon's sweet silv'ry light, Wi' Mary at my side. A summer was she to mine e'e, An' to my heart a joy; An' weel she lo'ed to roam wi' me, Her Highland Minstrel boy. I ha'e wander'd mony a summer night, &c.
Oh, her presence could on every star New brilliancy confer; And I thought the flowers were sweeter far When they were seen with her. Her brow was calm as sleeping sea, Her glance was full o' joy; And, oh, her heart was true to me, Her Highland Minstrel boy. Oh, her presence could on every star, &c.
I ha'e play'd to ladies, fair and gay, In mony a southrou hall; But there was one far, far away, A world above them all. ​And now, tho' weary years have fled, I think wi' mournfu' joy Upon the time when Mary wed Her Highland Minstrel boy. I ha'e play'd to ladies, fair and gay, &c.
# The Singers' Companion/The Highland Minstrel Boy

THE HIGHLAND MINSTREL BOY
I ha’e wander’d mony a summer night, Alang the banks of Clyde, Beneath the moon’s sweet silv’ry light, Wi’ Mary at my side. A summer was she to mine e’e, An’ to my heart a joy; An’ weel she lo’ed to roam wi’ me, Her Highland Minstrel boy. I ha’e wander’d mony a summer night, &c.
Oh, her presence could on every star New brilliancy confer; And I thought the flowers were sweeter far When they were seen with her. Her brow was calm as sleeping sea, Her glance was full o’ joy; And, oh, her heart was true to me, Her Highland Minstrel boy. Oh, her presence could on every star, 8cc.
I ha’e play’d to ladies, fair and gay, In mony a southrou hall; But there was one far, far away, A world above them all. ​And now, tho’ weary years have fled, I think wi’ mournfu’ joy Upon the time when Mary wed Her Highland Minstrel boy. I ha’e play’d to ladies, fair and gay, &c.
# New minstrel/Buy a Broom

BUY A BROOM.
From Teuchland I come, with my light wares all laden, To dear, happy England, in summer's gay bloom; Then listen, fair lady and young pretty maiden, Oh buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom ! Buy a broom! buy a broom! Buy a broom! buy a broom! O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you; You'll find it quite handy to use night and day, And what better exercise, pray, can employ you, Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away. Buy a broom! buy a broom! Buy a broom! buy a broom! O boy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
​Ere winter comes on, for sweet home soon departing, My toil for your favours again I'll resume; And while gratitude's tear in my eye-lid is starting, Bless the time that in England I cried buy a broom. Buy a broom! buy a broom! Buy a broom! buy a broom! O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
# Buy a Broom

* "Buy a Broom", in New minstrel (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Buy a Broom", in The Singers' Companion (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# The Singers' Companion/Buy a Broom

BUY A BROOM.
From Teuchland I come, with my light wares all laden, To dear, happy England, in summer’s gay bloom; Then listen, fair lady and young pretty maiden, Oh buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom! Buy a broom ! buy a broom! Buy a broom ! buy a broom! O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you; You’ll find it quite handy to use night and day, And what better exercise, pray, can employ you, Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away. Buy a broom ! buy a broom! Buy a broom ! buy a broom! O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
​Ere winter comes on, for sweet home soon departing, My toil for your favours again I’ll resume; And while gratitude’s tear in my eye-lid is starting, Bless the time that in England I cried buy a broom. Buy a broom ! buy a broom! Buy a broom ! buy a broom! O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
# New minstrel/The Way-worn Traveller

THE WAY-WORN TRAVELLER.
Faint and wearily, the way-worn traveller Plods uncheerily, afraid to stop; Wandering drearily, a sad unraveller Of the mazes t'ward the mountain’s top. ​Doubting, fearing, while his course he's steering , Cottages appearing, as he's nigh to drop; O! how briskly then the way-worn traveller Treads the maizes t'ward the mountain's top.
Though so melancholy day has pass'd by, 'Twould be folly now to think on't more; Blythe and jolly he the cag holds fast by, As he's sitting at the goat-herd's door: Eating, quaffing—at past labours laughing— Better far, by half, in spirits than before O! how merrily the rested traveller Seems, while sitting at the goat-herd's door.
# The Golden Road (Montgomery)

THE GOLDEN ROAD
Novels of
L. M. MONTGOMERY
Each one volume, cloth decorative, illustrated . . . $2.25
THE FOUR AVONLEA BOOKS
Anne of Green Gables
Anne of Avonlea
Chronicles of Avonlea
Anne of the Island
OTHER NOVELS
Kilmeny of the Orchard
The Story Girl
The Golden Road
Anne of Green Gables
DeLuxe Edition
Large 12mo. Attractively bount Eight illustrations in full color - $2.50
L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
53 Beacon Street Boston, Mass.
GOLDEN ROAD
By
L. M. MONTGOMERY
Author of "Anne of Green Gables," "Anne of Avonlea," "Kilmeny of the Orchard," "The Story Girl," etc.
With frontispiece in colour by
GEORGE GIBBS
"Life was a rose-lipped comrade With purple flowers dripping from her fingers." —The Author.
This book, while produced under wartime conditions, in full compliance with government regulations for the conservation of paper and other essential materials, is COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED
GROSSET & DUNLAP
Publishers NEW YORK
Copyright, 1913
By The Page Company
Entered at Stationers’ Hall, London
All rights reserved
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OP AMERICA
TO
THE MEMORY OF
Aunt Mary Lawson
WHO TOLD ME MANY OF THE TALES
REPEATED BY THE
STORY GIRL
CONTENTS
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The longest-living author of this work died in 1942, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 82 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Singers' Companion/The Way-worn Traveller

THE WAY-WORN TRAVELLER.
Faint and wearily, the way-worn traveller Plods uncheerily, afraid to stop; Wandering drearily, a sad unraveller Of the mazes t’ ward the mountain’s top. ​Doubting, fearing, while his course he’s steering; Cottages appearing, as he’s nigh to drop; O ! how briskly then the way-worn traveller Treads the maizes t’ward the mountain’s top.
Though so melancholy day has pass’d by, 'Twould be folly now to think on’t more; Blythe and jolly he the cag holds fast by, As he’s sitting at the goat-herd’s door: Eating, quaffing—at past labours laughing—— Better far, by half, in spirits than before O! how merrily the rested traveller Seems, while sitting at the goat-herd’s door.
# Land in the Ocean/The Way-Worn Traveller

THE WAY WORN TRAVELLER
# The Highland Plaid (4)/The Way Worn Traveller

THE WAY WORN TRAVELLER.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Connel and Flora

Connel and Flora.
[Written by Alexander Wilson of Paisley, the great American ornithologist. Music arranged by J. Roberston.]
Dark lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main, Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful again; Alas! morn returns to revisit the shore; But Connel returns to his Flora no more.
For see, on yon mountain, the dark cloud of death, O'er Connel's lone cottage, lies low on the heath; While bloody and pale, on a far distant shore, He lies to return to his Flora no more.
Ye light fleeting spirits that glide o'er the steep, O would you but waft me across the wild deep! There fearless I'd mix in the battle's loud roar, I'd die with my Connel, and leave him no more.
# The Golden Road (Montgomery)/Foreword

Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It was a fair highway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine were blessedly mingled, and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm and a new loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyes.
On that road we heard the song of morning stars; we drank in fragrances aerial and sweet as a May mist; we were rich in gossamer fancies and iris hopes; our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams; the years waited beyond and they were very fair; life was a rose-lipped comrade with purple flowers dripping from her fingers.
We may long have left the golden road behind, but its memories are the dearest of our eternal possessions; and those who cherish them as such may haply find a pleasure in the pages of this book, whose people are pilgrims on the golden road of youth.
# New minstrel/Connel and Flora

CONNEL AND FLORA.
Dark lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main, Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful again Alas! morn returns to revisit the shore; But Connel returns to his Flora no more.
For see o'er yon mountain the dark cloud of death, And Connel's lone cottage lies low on the heath, While bloody and pale, on a far distant shore, He lies to return to his Flora no more.
Ye light-fleeting spirits that glide o'er yon steep! Oh! would ye but waft me across the wild deep! There fearless I'd mix in the battle's loud roar; I'd die with my Connel, and leave him no more!
# The Singers' Companion/Connel and Flora

CONNEL AND FLORA,
Dark lowers the night o’er the wide stormy main, Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful again Alas ! morn returns to revisit the shore; But Connel returns to his Flora no more.
For see o’er yon mountain the dark cloud of death, And Connel’s lone cottage lies low on the heath, Whilq bloody and pale, on a far distant shore, He lies to return to his Flora no more.
Ye light——fleeting spirits that glide o’er yon steep! Oh ! would ye but waft me across the wild deep! There fearless I’d mix in the battle’s loud roar; I’d die with my Connel, and leave him no more!
# The Testament of Beauty

THE TESTAMENT
OF
BEAUTY
OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
LONDON: HUMPHREY MILFORD
PUBLISHER TO THE UNIVERSITY
THIRD IMPRESSION
THE TESTAMENT
OF
BEAUTY
A POEM
IN FOUR BOOKS
BY
ROBERT BRIDGES
POET LAUREATE
OXFORD
AT THE CLARENDON PRESS
1929
ME VERO PRIMVM DVLCES ANTE OMNIA MVSAE
QVARVM SACRA FERO INGENTI PERCVSSVS AMORE
ACCIPIANT.
CONTENTS
PUBLISHER'S NOTE ON THE TEXT
THE slight approach to a simplified spelling in this book is copied from the author's MS., which the printer was instructed to follow. The simplification, as will be seen, is mainly confined to two particulars, namely the final e and the doubled consonant. Since this e is invariably mute he would reserve it to distinguish heavy from light syllables: thus hav, not have, and liv distinguished from live; and all the -ate, -ile, -ive, and -ite words can have their speech-values shown, as steril and puerile; and thus there is no confusion there.
And so the doubled consonant, which following the short vowel denotes its accentua​tion, is retained for that purpose: and this allows the useful distinction of the demonstrative pronoun thatt, from the other thats which have no proper accented vowel.
Inconsistencies (except for possible oversights such as shear for sheer in IV. 241 and ethic for ethick in IV. 353) are intentional, any rule being stayed at that point where it would needlessly distract the reader: thus nature appears in two spellings, of which the explanation is that the final syllable (whether the word be pronounced as may be indicated by the spelling nāt$^1$ur, or by nacher as recognized by our Southern-English authorities) is always light and unaccented; but since the syllable tur has an uncertain value and is very offensive to the eye, the common full spelling, ture, is always maintained, except ​in those places where it suffers liquid synalepha in the prosody, where the omission of the e guides the eye to the easy reading of the rhythm: and the author would explain that the use of -eth for the 3rd per. sing. of verbs is not an archaic fancy, but a practical advantage, indispensable to him, not only for its syllabic lightness, but because by distinguishing verbs from the identical substantives, it sharpens the rhetoric and often liberates the syntax.
THE TESTAMENT
OF
BEAUTY
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1930.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1930, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 94 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Testament of Beauty/Ethick

THE TESTAMENT OF BEAUTY
FINIS
# The Testament of Beauty/Breed

THE TESTAMENT OF BEAUTY
# The Testament of Beauty/Selfhood

THE TESTAMENT OF BEAUTY
# The Testament of Beauty/Introduction

THE TESTAMENT OF BEAUTY
# Loss of the pack

THE
LOSS of the PACK,
By ALEXANDER WILSON.
TO WHICH IS ADDED,
THE
AULD SARK SLEEVE.
Far in a muir amang the whirling drift, Whar nought was seen, but mountains and the lift, I lost my road and wander'd mony a mile, Maist dead wi’ hunger, cauld, and fright, and toil.
PAISLEY:
PRINTED BY C. CALDWELL, 2. NEW STREET.
* Loss of the Pack
* The Auld Sark Sleeve
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Poems &c. Upon Several Occasions/At a Solemn Musick

At a solemn Musick.
# Poems &c. Upon Several Occasions/On the Morning of Christ's Nativity

ON THE
MORNING
OF
Christ's Nativity.
# Poems of Home and Travel/Taurus

TAURUS.
# Poems by Christina Rossetti with illustrations by Florence Harrison/Sister Maude

illustrated by Florence Harrison
WHO told my mother of my shame, Who told my father of my dear? Oh who but Maude, my sister Maude, Who lurked to spy and peer.
Cold he lies, as cold as stone, With his clotted curls about his face: The comeliest corpse in all the world And worthy of a queen's embrace.
You might have spared his soul, sister, Have spared my soul, your own soul too: Though I had not been born at all, He 'd never have looked at you.
My father may sleep in Paradise, My mother at Heaven-gate: But sister Maude shall get no sleep Either early or late.
​My father may wear a golden gown, My mother a crown may win; If my dear and I knocked at Heaven-gate Perhaps they'd let us in: But sister Maude, oh sister Maude, Bide you with death and sin.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon in Friendship's Offering, 1828/Venus

The following plate is missing from the digital copy of this book on the internet.
VIII. Venus taking a Bow from a Sleeping Cupid; engraved by W. T. Fry, from a group of Sculpture, by Smith, a pupil of F. Chantrey, R. A.; exhibited at Somerset House in 1827 .................................................188
VENUS
TAKING THE BOW FROM A SLEEPING CUPID.
Queen of smiles! fling down the bow: Hearts are, like thine own hand, snow. Love is sleeping, and in vain You would waken him again; And that bow’s no more divine,
Even in such a hand as thine. Smile thy smile,—and sigh thy sigh, Both will pass unheeded by. —Out upon our heartless age! Stain upon the poet’s page! Now, the sweetest kiss and smile Barter for their gift the while; And the lover’s heart is sold For, what is not worth it, gold. Once, there was more stirring time Chronicled in minstrel rhyme, When the young knight onwards prest,
For the colours of his crest; When it was enough to say, Bright eyes watch your course to day; When the maiden kept her faith Like a thing of life and death;
When the true heart wont to prove, Not to only say,—I love. Where hath history such a page As of that chivalric age?
Can it be, I have gainsaid, What my lute’s religion made? Have I said, that Love was cold? Said, that faith was bought and sold? Now, shame on the poet’s song Which could do his creed such wrong! Yes, Love! by the burning cheek, Blushes which thy language speak, By the after paler sign, Which doth tell of hope’s decline; By the drooped or flashing eye, By the rose-lip’s lonely sigh, (These are tokens still we see!) Tell they not, oh Love! of thee? I should say, that still thou art, Judging but from mine own heart. Oh yes! spite of chance or change, Worthless vanities that range, Golden bribe, and worldly stain, Smile and sigh still hold their reign. Love of old ruled but as now— Queen of Beauty! take the bow.
L. E. L.
# Poems (Himburg)

POEMS
CHARLOTTE HIMBURG
Poems
BY
CHARLOTTE HIMBURG
Denver, Colorado
Copyright 1921 by
CHARLOTTE HIMBURG
Denver, Colorado
1921
THE SMITH-BROOKS PRESS
DENVER
Foreword
In as small a space as possible I have endeavored to give to my readers a few of my favorite poems, realizing that to include all within such limits would be impossible. I hope that the reader will find inspiration to better things, to face manfully the battles of life, loyalty to God and humanity. If these three qualities are emphasized then my work shall not have been in vain.
CHARLOTTE HIMBURG.
* Happiness
* Who is he?
* Life o'er
* Life's journey
* Bitter and sweet
* Longing for home
* Fall time
* Little birds
* Just smile
* Courage
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1930.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1944, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 80 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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