The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - Počet stran: 275 |
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... Thing and mean another The Barring o ' the Door The Whispered Word Youth's First Lesson Wisdom , Beauty , Love , and Hope The Peasantry of England The Light Guitar The Welsh Harper Thine Image I can ne'er forget Thou art lovelier than ...
... Thing and mean another The Barring o ' the Door The Whispered Word Youth's First Lesson Wisdom , Beauty , Love , and Hope The Peasantry of England The Light Guitar The Welsh Harper Thine Image I can ne'er forget Thou art lovelier than ...
Strana 14
... things rare May read in thee , - How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair . ADDITIONAL VERSE . [ By HENRY KIRKE WHITE . ] Yet , though thou fade , From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise ; And teach the ...
... things rare May read in thee , - How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair . ADDITIONAL VERSE . [ By HENRY KIRKE WHITE . ] Yet , though thou fade , From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise ; And teach the ...
Strana 16
... thing , Not that I love - the weakness I But did I , my passion should cling spurn it ; Where a heart was , at least , to return it ! FIRST VOICE . Why , Fanny , you know that you said You liked very well cousin Harry . SECOND VOICE ...
... thing , Not that I love - the weakness I But did I , my passion should cling spurn it ; Where a heart was , at least , to return it ! FIRST VOICE . Why , Fanny , you know that you said You liked very well cousin Harry . SECOND VOICE ...
Strana 26
... things here below ; The stream must flow towards the sea , The stars must duly shine , And , even so , it was to be My lot is linked to thine . We do not covet all we see , For oft neglected lies Some flower that very fair may be When ...
... things here below ; The stream must flow towards the sea , The stars must duly shine , And , even so , it was to be My lot is linked to thine . We do not covet all we see , For oft neglected lies Some flower that very fair may be When ...
Strana 34
... things , There's love for you and me ! We walk not with the jewelled great , Where Love's dear name is sold ; Yet we have wealth we would not give For all their world of gold . We revel not in corn or wine , Yet have 31 THE BOOK OF.
... things , There's love for you and me ! We walk not with the jewelled great , Where Love's dear name is sold ; Yet we have wealth we would not give For all their world of gold . We revel not in corn or wine , Yet have 31 THE BOOK OF.
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Allen-a-Dale beauty bird BLOCKLEY bloom blossom blows bold bonnie bower boys brave breast breath bright Briton's home brow cheer child cold County Guy crazy Jane dear deep dream earth ELIZA COOK England Erin go bragh eyes fair farewell flowers forget friends Gaffer Green gaily gentle GLOVER H. W. LONGFELLOW hand happy hath heart Hearts of oak heaven Here's a health hope hour J. E. CARPENTER kiss land life's light lips live lonely love thee maid merrily merry morn mother mountain Music by C. W. Music by H ne'er night o'er peace poor pride Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Ring roam Robin and Marian rose sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul SPORLE spring star 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.