The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language : with a Copious and Classified Index ...Jones and Company, 1834 |
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Strana viii
... Come , none of your nonsense , I'm not. Page My love no more to England 336 My heart with love is beating 401 The rose and ... comes when first we met ... 74 As a club we ( localiter in locus ) 264 The bird in yonder cage confined 105 A ...
... Come , none of your nonsense , I'm not. Page My love no more to England 336 My heart with love is beating 401 The rose and ... comes when first we met ... 74 As a club we ( localiter in locus ) 264 The bird in yonder cage confined 105 A ...
Strana xiv
... come home from There's nothing goes wrong when the grog's mixed sea .... $ 96 right To Davy Jones old Dad was gone ៖ 67 ... comes this keen , this cutting smart . When clouds on high are riding ....... .... 431 439 When Britain first at ...
... come home from There's nothing goes wrong when the grog's mixed sea .... $ 96 right To Davy Jones old Dad was gone ៖ 67 ... comes this keen , this cutting smart . When clouds on high are riding ....... .... 431 439 When Britain first at ...
Strana 3
... comes on the soft air and dies . Dost thou gaze on the moon ? I have gazed as I rove , Till I thought it has breathed heaven's blessing on love ; Till I've stretched out my arms , and my tears have begun , And nature , and heaven , and ...
... comes on the soft air and dies . Dost thou gaze on the moon ? I have gazed as I rove , Till I thought it has breathed heaven's blessing on love ; Till I've stretched out my arms , and my tears have begun , And nature , and heaven , and ...
Strana 5
... come to town , And a rum one as e'er come before you ; And though but a poor simple clown , I'ze tell you a comical story . But first , if ... comes . So we made t'other tack , and lay gunnel to UNIVERSAL SONGSTER ; OR , MUSEUM OF MIRTH .
... come to town , And a rum one as e'er come before you ; And though but a poor simple clown , I'ze tell you a comical story . But first , if ... comes . So we made t'other tack , and lay gunnel to UNIVERSAL SONGSTER ; OR , MUSEUM OF MIRTH .
Strana 12
... comes home with shiners galore ; Well , what if so be he should lavish his favours On ev'ry poor object ' long shore ? Since money's the needle that points to good - nature UNIVERSAL SONGSTER ; OR , MUSEUM OF MIRTH .
... comes home with shiners galore ; Well , what if so be he should lavish his favours On ev'ry poor object ' long shore ? Since money's the needle that points to good - nature UNIVERSAL SONGSTER ; OR , MUSEUM OF MIRTH .
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Strana 201 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich!
Strana 173 - Eagle screams, and passes by. 'Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, 'Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, 'Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 'Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — 'No more I weep. They do not sleep. 'On yonder cliffs, a...
Strana 249 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Strana 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Strana 52 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!
Strana 195 - When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too...
Strana 238 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Strana 148 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Strana 387 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Strana 134 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.