The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - Počet stran: 275 |
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... Thousand a Year ? Various ... 139 D'Almaine & Co. 139 B. Williams ...... 142 143 143 R. Cocks and Co. 144 Various . 140 ............ Chappell 141 ......... ...... J. Williams Chappell Boosey 145 Ditto 140 Chappell 147 Addison and Co ...
... Thousand a Year ? Various ... 139 D'Almaine & Co. 139 B. Williams ...... 142 143 143 R. Cocks and Co. 144 Various . 140 ............ Chappell 141 ......... ...... J. Williams Chappell Boosey 145 Ditto 140 Chappell 147 Addison and Co ...
Strana 71
... thousand wars of old- Ring in the thousand years of peace . Ring in the valiant man and free , The larger heart , the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land- Ring in the Christ that is to be ! THE WINTER TREE . F.LIZA COOK ...
... thousand wars of old- Ring in the thousand years of peace . Ring in the valiant man and free , The larger heart , the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land- Ring in the Christ that is to be ! THE WINTER TREE . F.LIZA COOK ...
Strana 75
... thousand pounds , I'd give it all to Sally- She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . My master and the neighbours all Make game of me and Sally , And but for her I'd better be A slave and row a galley . But when my ...
... thousand pounds , I'd give it all to Sally- She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . My master and the neighbours all Make game of me and Sally , And but for her I'd better be A slave and row a galley . But when my ...
Strana 87
... and glen , Where a thousand birds were singing , And my thoughts were of thee then ; For there's nothing gladsome round me- Nothing beautiful to see- POPULAR SONGS . 87 Thine Image I can ne'er forget Thou art lovelier than the Coming.
... and glen , Where a thousand birds were singing , And my thoughts were of thee then ; For there's nothing gladsome round me- Nothing beautiful to see- POPULAR SONGS . 87 Thine Image I can ne'er forget Thou art lovelier than the Coming.
Strana 100
... thousands of miles , spreading out as they go ; Where the green waving forests shall echo our call , As wide as old England , and free to us all ; Where the prairies , like seas where the billows have roll'd , Are broad as the kingdoms ...
... thousands of miles , spreading out as they go ; Where the green waving forests shall echo our call , As wide as old England , and free to us all ; Where the prairies , like seas where the billows have roll'd , Are broad as the kingdoms ...
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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.