The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 275 Seiten |
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... Soul , next appear'd On whose forehead the brush of his last fox was rear'd , Whip , cap , boots , and spurs , in a trophy were bound , And here and there follow'd an old straggling hound . Ah ! no more at his voice yonder vales will ...
... Soul , next appear'd On whose forehead the brush of his last fox was rear'd , Whip , cap , boots , and spurs , in a trophy were bound , And here and there follow'd an old straggling hound . Ah ! no more at his voice yonder vales will ...
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... soul in his glance . The mill is in ruins , no welcoming sound In the mastiff's quick bark , and the wheels dashing round . The house , too , forgotten , and left to decay ; And the miller long dead - all I loved pass'd away ! This play ...
... soul in his glance . The mill is in ruins , no welcoming sound In the mastiff's quick bark , and the wheels dashing round . The house , too , forgotten , and left to decay ; And the miller long dead - all I loved pass'd away ! This play ...
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... Time of his sand as he flies , Winging the hours till unnumber'd they roll ; Earth had no pleasure for mortal to prize , Shed not sweet music its light on the soul . THE MELODIES OF MANY LANDS . [ Music by C. 24 THE BOOK OF S Brewer.
... Time of his sand as he flies , Winging the hours till unnumber'd they roll ; Earth had no pleasure for mortal to prize , Shed not sweet music its light on the soul . THE MELODIES OF MANY LANDS . [ Music by C. 24 THE BOOK OF S Brewer.
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... soul , That it would not be quiet , do all that she could , And ran quite beyond her control ; While her eye , flashing brightly , determined to keep Its gift from the queen of the sky . Till between them , with many an argument deep ...
... soul , That it would not be quiet , do all that she could , And ran quite beyond her control ; While her eye , flashing brightly , determined to keep Its gift from the queen of the sky . Till between them , with many an argument deep ...
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... soul shall bear deceit , No stranger offer wrong ; But friends in all the aged you'll meet , And lovers in the young . For when they learn that you have bless'd Another with your heart , They'll bid aspiring passion rest , And act a ...
... soul shall bear deceit , No stranger offer wrong ; But friends in all the aged you'll meet , And lovers in the young . For when they learn that you have bless'd Another with your heart , They'll bid aspiring passion rest , And act a ...
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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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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.