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 xiii
... sounds the drum and merry sounds the fife 156 March to the battle field .... 237 429 No more the trumpet's martial sound 309 Ye lasses and bucks , come leave off your sly looks .. You may talk of a brogue and Ireland , sweet nation 37 ...
... sounds the drum and merry sounds the fife 156 March to the battle field .... 237 429 No more the trumpet's martial sound 309 Ye lasses and bucks , come leave off your sly looks .. You may talk of a brogue and Ireland , sweet nation 37 ...
Strana xv
... sound the trumpet , and cry to the war 94 Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows 139 When the cold blast of winter is found disappearing 354 When opening flowers proclaim the spring 358 Lo , inward murmurs agitate the earth 160 ...
... sound the trumpet , and cry to the war 94 Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows 139 When the cold blast of winter is found disappearing 354 When opening flowers proclaim the spring 358 Lo , inward murmurs agitate the earth 160 ...
Strana 2
... sound , To be seen or be heard in the cottages round , The watch - dog is silent , thy father sleeps , And love , like the breeze , to thy window creeps . The moonlight seems list'ning all over the land , To the whispers of angels like ...
... sound , To be seen or be heard in the cottages round , The watch - dog is silent , thy father sleeps , And love , like the breeze , to thy window creeps . The moonlight seems list'ning all over the land , To the whispers of angels like ...
Strana 11
... sound can waken pleasure still , And dance the lively sequadille Before the evening shadows throw Their dusky garb o'er all below . Come ; he whose path is through the skies Shall beam , at least , o'er brightened eyes ; Come ; heaven ...
... sound can waken pleasure still , And dance the lively sequadille Before the evening shadows throw Their dusky garb o'er all below . Come ; he whose path is through the skies Shall beam , at least , o'er brightened eyes ; Come ; heaven ...
Strana 13
... sound of the horn , And rides to the common full speed ; The patriot is thrown in pursuit of his game ; The poet , too , often lays low , Who , mounted on Pegasus , flies after fame , With , hark forward ! huzza ! tally ho ! While ...
... sound of the horn , And rides to the common full speed ; The patriot is thrown in pursuit of his game ; The poet , too , often lays low , Who , mounted on Pegasus , flies after fame , With , hark forward ! huzza ! tally ho ! While ...
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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.