The Songs of Charles Dibdin: Chronologically Arranged, with Notes, Historical, Biographical, and Critical; and the Music of the Best and Most Popular of the Melodies with New Piano-forte Accompaniments, Band 2Davidson, 1848 - 686 Seiten |
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ALLEGRETTO arms Arrah beauty bless'd brave British Britons call'd Charles Dibdin charms cried d'ye damme dance dear death delight devil Dibdin e'er Echo Erin go bragh ev'ry eyes fair fait false friends fame fancy fate fear fife fleet fool French girls give glorious glory grace grog guinea Hark hear heart Heav'n honour I've sounded Jack Jack's alive King lads lady laugh life's live Lord lov'd love's lovers lyre merry mind mirth Miss morning Nancy ne'er never night o'er pity pleasure Poll poor pow'r pretty round Runnington sail sailor ship sigh sing Sir John Moore smile song soul sound sweet swore tars tear tell thee there's thing thou took true truth turn'd Twas vex'd Wapping water-cresses what's whistling wife wind Windermere wounded Zounds
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Seite 418 - In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Seite 418 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 190 - WHY, what's that to you, if my eyes I'ma wiping ? A tear is a pleasure, d'ye see in its way ; Tis nonsense for trifles, I own, to be piping! But they that han't pity, why I pities they. Says the captain, says he (I shall never forget it), " If of courage you'd know, lads, the true from the sham, 'Tis a furious lion in battle, so let it, But, duty appeased, 'tis in mercy a lamb.
Seite 41 - I'd all the world in lovely Nan. I love my duty, love my friend, Love truth and merit to defend, — To...
Seite 418 - NOT a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Seite 49 - Sweet sailing with a favoring breeze ; But, oh ! much sweeter than all these, Is Jack's delight — his lovely Nan. The needle, faithful to the north, To show of constancy the worth, A curious lesson teaches man ; The needle, time may rust — a squall Capsize the binnacle and all, Let seamanship do all it can; My love in worth shall higher rise : Nor time shall rust, nor squalls capsize My faith and truth to lovely Nan.
Seite 147 - The ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The hedger joins the vacant strain, The woodman sings the woodland thorough, The shepherd's pipe delights the plain. Where'er the anxious eye can roam, Or ear receive the jocund pleasure, Myriads of beings thronging, flock, Of Nature's song to join the measure; Till, to keep time, the village clock Sounds sweet the...
Seite 418 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow!
Seite 173 - In deaf ning concert shall their pond'rous hammers clang, And into symmetry the mass incongruous beat, To save from adverse winds and waves the gallant British fleet.
Seite 41 - But, oh ! much sweeter than all these, Is Jack's delight, — his lovely Nan. The needle, faithful to the north, To show of constancy the worth, A curious lesson teaches man ; The needle, time may rust, — a squall Capsize the binnacle and all, Let seamanship do all it can : My love in worth shall higher rise, — Nor time shall rust, nor squalls capsize My faith and truth to lovely Nan.