 | Edmondstoune Duncan - Ballads, English - 1927 - 658 pages
...clouds, away ! and welcome, day ! With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air, blow soft ; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the...good-morrow ! To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast ! Sing, birds, in every furrow ! And from each... | |
 | English poetry - 1927 - 200 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
 | Edmondstoune Duncan - Ballads, English - 1927 - 634 pages
...they ring. Set as a song by Charles Wood. THOMAS HEYWOOD i57?-i6;o 226. Pack, Clouds, away ! PACK, clouds, away ! and welcome, day ! With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air, blow soft ; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark... | |
 | Sir John Collings Squire - English poetry - 1927 - 496 pages
...andirons have their places, Else she scratches all our faces. Till thwick-a-thwack, etc. Matin Song PACK, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft ; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark... | |
 | George Reuben Potter - English literature - 1928 - 640 pages
...PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow; Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my love good-morrow! Wings from the...good-morrow! To give my love good-morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin-redbreast, Sing, birds, in every furrow; And from each bill... | |
 | Elizabeth Avery, Jane Olive Dorsey, Vera Abigail Sickels - Elocution - 1928 - 568 pages
...Apollo sings, He triumphed with a song; Triumphed, and sang, and passed along. LIONEL JOHNSON Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark... | |
 | Norman Ault - English poetry - 1928 - 566 pages
...wit waits upon the fool. Oh, who would not be He, he, he ? Jon f on. Ibid. Pack, clouds, away PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air, blow soft ; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind, to please her mind, Notes from the lark... | |
 | James Branch Cabell - Fantasy fiction, American - 1928 - 388 pages
...contralto, low-pitched and effortless, but very sweet. Smilingly the Duke beat time. Sang the girl: " Pack clouds away, and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow: Sweet air, blown soft; mount, lark, aloft, To give my love good-morrow. Wings from the wind to 'please her mind,... | |
| |
Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them... 
