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The Daughter of Mendoza O lend to me, sweet nightingale, Your music by the fountain, And lend to me your cadences, O river of the mountain! That I may sing my gay brunette, A diamond spark in coral set, Gem for a prince’s coronet— The daughter of Mendoza.... Poet: Mirabeau Bonaparte Lamar	Song: “It is the miller’s daughter” From “The Miller’s Daughter” IT is the miller’s daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear: For, hid in ringlets day and night, I ’d touch her neck so warm and white. And I would be... Poet: Alfred, Lord Tennyson	The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe, And he was a squire’s son; He loved the bayliffes daughter deare, That lived in Islington. Yet she was coye, and would not believe That he did love her soe, Noe nor at any time would she... Poet: Anonymous	The Landlady’s Daughter From the German by John Sullivan Dwight THREE students were travelling over the Rhine; They stopped when they came to the landlady’s sign; “Good landlady, have you good beer and wine? And where is that dear little daughter of thine?” “My beer and wine are... Poet: Johann Ludwig Uhland
“Farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter” From “The Fire-Worshippers” FAREWELL,—farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter! (Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea;) No pearl ever lay under Oman’s green water More pure in its shell than thy spirit in thee. O, fair as the sea-flower close to thee... Poet: Thomas Moore	Lord Ullin’s Daughter A Chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry! And I ’ll give thee a silver pound, To row us o’er the ferry.” “Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?” “O, I ’m the chief of Ulva’s isle,... Poet: Thomas Campbell	A Daughter of Eve A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded... Poet:	The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, And associates with a fan While her father abuts the tempest And abridges the rain. The former assists a siren In her serene display; But her father is borne... Poet:
The Widow at Her Daughter's Bridal DEAL gently, thou whose hand hath won The young bird from its nest away, Where, careless,'neath a vernal sun, She gayly carolled day by day; The haunt is lone, the heart must grieve, From where her... Poet: