The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 275 Seiten |
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... Tears - oh ! ye Tears Hymn to the Night There is Something ye may do The Blind Boy's been at Play ... I would not forget . 45 46 47 Cocks and Co. ... 47 Jefferys 48 Various 49 Jefferys 49 ............ Various 50 Jefferys 50 Leader and ...
... Tears - oh ! ye Tears Hymn to the Night There is Something ye may do The Blind Boy's been at Play ... I would not forget . 45 46 47 Cocks and Co. ... 47 Jefferys 48 Various 49 Jefferys 49 ............ Various 50 Jefferys 50 Leader and ...
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... tear , The main - mast by the board ; My heart , with thoughts of thee , my dear , And love well stored , Shall brave all danger , scorn all fear , The roaring winds , the raging sea , In hopes on shore To be once more Safe moored with ...
... tear , The main - mast by the board ; My heart , with thoughts of thee , my dear , And love well stored , Shall brave all danger , scorn all fear , The roaring winds , the raging sea , In hopes on shore To be once more Safe moored with ...
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... tears of— wife , children , and friends . UNDER THE MISTLETOE BOUGH . J. E. CARPENTER . ] [ Music by S. GLOVER . Will nobody come to the mistletoe bough , I've waited so long that I fear I shan't have a kiss , and if so I shall miss The ...
... tears of— wife , children , and friends . UNDER THE MISTLETOE BOUGH . J. E. CARPENTER . ] [ Music by S. GLOVER . Will nobody come to the mistletoe bough , I've waited so long that I fear I shan't have a kiss , and if so I shall miss The ...
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... Tears of sorrow soon gave way To some newborn gladness . Oft I think how much I owe To those lips that taught me , Where to seek true pleasure's fount , And the peace it brought me . Happy days and happy nights , More than I can number ...
... Tears of sorrow soon gave way To some newborn gladness . Oft I think how much I owe To those lips that taught me , Where to seek true pleasure's fount , And the peace it brought me . Happy days and happy nights , More than I can number ...
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... tear . Gaily and gladly music should sound When at the festal the young and the gay Meet in the circle that friendship has crown'd , Dance the light hours in gladness away , Cheating old Time of his sand as he flies , Winging the hours ...
... tear . Gaily and gladly music should sound When at the festal the young and the gay Meet in the circle that friendship has crown'd , Dance the light hours in gladness away , Cheating old Time of his sand as he flies , Winging the hours ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.