The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Том 2Gaylord, 1835 - Всего страниц: 312 |
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... thro ' the vista of years Whilst on history's page stands the contrast of Nero , The king of oppression , and father of tears . Then raise the sacred strain , Let echo mock again NATIONAL SONGS . 233 Hallowed the birthday of Liberty's ...
... thro ' the vista of years Whilst on history's page stands the contrast of Nero , The king of oppression , and father of tears . Then raise the sacred strain , Let echo mock again NATIONAL SONGS . 233 Hallowed the birthday of Liberty's ...
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... Thro ' the land let the sound of it flee ; Let the far and the near all unite with a cheer , In defence of our Liberty Tree . THE PILGRIM FATHERS . THE breaking waves dashed high On 2 NATIONAL SONGS . 25 In a chariot of light from the ...
... Thro ' the land let the sound of it flee ; Let the far and the near all unite with a cheer , In defence of our Liberty Tree . THE PILGRIM FATHERS . THE breaking waves dashed high On 2 NATIONAL SONGS . 25 In a chariot of light from the ...
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... thro ' the land , As the rainbow of peace their fair heritage spann'd ; Where the banner of freedom in pride was unfurl❜d , And the beacon - fire rose that gave light to the world . They are gone - mighty men ! and they sleep in their ...
... thro ' the land , As the rainbow of peace their fair heritage spann'd ; Where the banner of freedom in pride was unfurl❜d , And the beacon - fire rose that gave light to the world . They are gone - mighty men ! and they sleep in their ...
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... soon gar mony farlie , For ships of war hae just come in , And landed Royal Charlie ; Come thro ' the heather , Around him gither , Ye're a ' the welcomer early ; Come round him 50 SCOTCH SONGS . There's news from Moidart cam' yestreen.
... soon gar mony farlie , For ships of war hae just come in , And landed Royal Charlie ; Come thro ' the heather , Around him gither , Ye're a ' the welcomer early ; Come round him 50 SCOTCH SONGS . There's news from Moidart cam' yestreen.
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... thro ' the heather , & c . There's ne'er a lass in a ' the land , But vows baith late an ' early , To man she'ell ne'er gie heart or hand , Wha wadna fight for Charlie , Come thro ' the heather , & c . The lowland a ' baith great and ...
... thro ' the heather , & c . There's ne'er a lass in a ' the land , But vows baith late an ' early , To man she'ell ne'er gie heart or hand , Wha wadna fight for Charlie , Come thro ' the heather , & c . The lowland a ' baith great and ...
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Стр. 73 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Стр. 29 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Стр. 171 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Стр. 21 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Стр. 175 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Стр. 30 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Стр. 268 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Стр. 26 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Стр. 75 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me , as light and life , Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu' tender; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder; But oh!