The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language : with a Copious and Classified Index ...Jones and Company, 1834 |
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Стр. vii
... Come hither , shepherd swain ..... 162 Forget thee in the banquet - halls 107 Close thine eyes , and sleep secure . 218 Fly swift , ye zephyrs 120 Come , shepherd swains , that wont to hear me sing . 250 From flowers which we twine for ...
... Come hither , shepherd swain ..... 162 Forget thee in the banquet - halls 107 Close thine eyes , and sleep secure . 218 Fly swift , ye zephyrs 120 Come , shepherd swains , that wont to hear me sing . 250 From flowers which we twine for ...
Стр. viii
... Come , none of your nonsense , I'm not. Page My love no more to England 336 My heart with love is beating 401 The rose and ... comes when first we met ... 74 As a club we ( localiter in locus ) 264 The bird in yonder cage confined 105 A ...
... Come , none of your nonsense , I'm not. Page My love no more to England 336 My heart with love is beating 401 The rose and ... comes when first we met ... 74 As a club we ( localiter in locus ) 264 The bird in yonder cage confined 105 A ...
Стр. ix
... Come , none of your nonsense , I'm not to be had .. Come , you are all invited The Nightingale Club in a village was held ( a. Come , brother odd - fellows , attend to my call ........ Contented I sit with my pint and my pipe .. Drink to ...
... Come , none of your nonsense , I'm not to be had .. Come , you are all invited The Nightingale Club in a village was held ( a. Come , brother odd - fellows , attend to my call ........ Contented I sit with my pint and my pipe .. Drink to ...
Стр. xi
... Come , painter , with thy happiest slight Come , all hands a - hoy to the anchor Come here , ye rich , come here , ye great .... Come , let the bottle go round 433 75 236 23 69 286 349 There was a maid in Bermondsey , or else the peo ...
... Come , painter , with thy happiest slight Come , all hands a - hoy to the anchor Come here , ye rich , come here , ye great .... Come , let the bottle go round 433 75 236 23 69 286 349 There was a maid in Bermondsey , or else the peo ...
Стр. xiii
... Come , hear an old campaigner's song Fair Sally , once the village pride 320 88 329 146 264 ' Twas Pat of Londonderry , 302 Farewell , my dear Rosa , " I'm summoned afar Fair Caroline was once my love 188 397 The morning was fine , and ...
... Come , hear an old campaigner's song Fair Sally , once the village pride 320 88 329 146 264 ' Twas Pat of Londonderry , 302 Farewell , my dear Rosa , " I'm summoned afar Fair Caroline was once my love 188 397 The morning was fine , and ...
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Стр. 201 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich!
Стр. 173 - Eagle screams, and passes by. 'Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, 'Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, 'Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 'Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — 'No more I weep. They do not sleep. 'On yonder cliffs, a...
Стр. 249 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
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Стр. 52 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!
Стр. 195 - When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too...
Стр. 238 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Стр. 148 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Стр. 387 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 134 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.