The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - Počet stran: 275 |
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Strana viii
... keep on , never minding ... Friendship and Love are Divine Various Ditto 152 152 The Peace of the Valley is fled The Merry Bells of England Farewell to the Mountain TITLE . Stand to your Guns Welcome Home The Roast viii CONTENTS .
... keep on , never minding ... Friendship and Love are Divine Various Ditto 152 152 The Peace of the Valley is fled The Merry Bells of England Farewell to the Mountain TITLE . Stand to your Guns Welcome Home The Roast viii CONTENTS .
Strana ix
... keep thee in Remembrance A Life on the Ocean Wave The Flower of Ellerslie Mynheer Vandunck Oh ! don't you remember The Briton's Home Old Towler The High - mettled Racer For a ' that Martin the Man - at - arms A Song of the Valley ...
... keep thee in Remembrance A Life on the Ocean Wave The Flower of Ellerslie Mynheer Vandunck Oh ! don't you remember The Briton's Home Old Towler The High - mettled Racer For a ' that Martin the Man - at - arms A Song of the Valley ...
Strana 15
... keep , While the wolf in nightly prowl , Bays the moon with hideous howl ; Gates are barr'd , a vain resistance- Females shriek , but no assistance . Silence , silence , or you meet your fate ! Your keys , your jewels , cash , and plate ...
... keep , While the wolf in nightly prowl , Bays the moon with hideous howl ; Gates are barr'd , a vain resistance- Females shriek , but no assistance . Silence , silence , or you meet your fate ! Your keys , your jewels , cash , and plate ...
Strana 27
... keep guard over what they were saying , And speaking be done by the eye . But the great law of Nature so strongly endued The tongue of the woman , dear soul , That it would not be quiet , do all that she could , And ran quite beyond her ...
... keep guard over what they were saying , And speaking be done by the eye . But the great law of Nature so strongly endued The tongue of the woman , dear soul , That it would not be quiet , do all that she could , And ran quite beyond her ...
Strana 81
... keeps longest friend or brother ! Then maids be kind and speak your mind , Nor say one thing and mean another . THE BARRING O ' THE DOOR . ANONYMOUS . ] It fell about the Martinmas time , And a gay time it was than , [ Scotch Air . When ...
... keeps longest friend or brother ! Then maids be kind and speak your mind , Nor say one thing and mean another . THE BARRING O ' THE DOOR . ANONYMOUS . ] It fell about the Martinmas time , And a gay time it was than , [ Scotch Air . When ...
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Allen-a-Dale beauty bells bird BLOCKLEY bloom blossom blows bold bonnie bower boys brave breath bright Briton's home brow cheer child cold County Guy crazy Jane deep dream earth ELIZA COOK England Erin go bragh ev'ry eyes fair farewell flowers forget Gaffer Green gaily gentle GLOVER hand happy hath heart Hearts of oak heaven Here's a health hope J. E. CARPENTER kiss land life's light lips live lonely love thee maid merry morning mother mountain Music by H Music by J. P. Nancy ne'er never night o'er ocean peace poor pride Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Ring roam Robin and Marian Savourneen sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul SPORLE spring star Suabian summer sunshine sweet tears tell There's thine thou thousand a-year tree true Twas twill vale voice waves wild wind wine
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Strana 140 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Strana 118 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Strana 14 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Strana 229 - ON Linden when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Strana 174 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Strana 202 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Strana 50 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Strana 96 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Strana 107 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " 0 stay," the maiden said, " and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Strana 96 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.