The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - Всего страниц: 276 |
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... music or adapted to familiar melodies - the songs , in fact , of the people . Time alone will tell how many or how few of the more modern songs in the volume will be found worthy of the " standard " ones with which they are incor ...
... music or adapted to familiar melodies - the songs , in fact , of the people . Time alone will tell how many or how few of the more modern songs in the volume will be found worthy of the " standard " ones with which they are incor ...
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... Music for Macbeth My Bonny Lass she smileth My Heart is Overweary My loved Home I shall ne'er see more My Mother's ... Music ..... On the Seas and far away O peaceful Lake O , ruddier than the Cherry Dthou Breeze of Spring Our Flag Our ...
... Music for Macbeth My Bonny Lass she smileth My Heart is Overweary My loved Home I shall ne'er see more My Mother's ... Music ..... On the Seas and far away O peaceful Lake O , ruddier than the Cherry Dthou Breeze of Spring Our Flag Our ...
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... Music ............... The Sailor's Grave .... The Sailor's Lady .. The Sailor's Philosophy . The Sable Knight ..... The Ship .. The Slave Trade .. The Stormy Petrel ... The Soldier's Dream of Home ... The Sorrows of the Heart .. The ...
... Music ............... The Sailor's Grave .... The Sailor's Lady .. The Sailor's Philosophy . The Sable Knight ..... The Ship .. The Slave Trade .. The Stormy Petrel ... The Soldier's Dream of Home ... The Sorrows of the Heart .. The ...
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... Music .... When forced from dear Hebe to go ...... When Evening's Twilight .. When he who adores thee . When I drain the rosy Bowl When they told me he was married When Time who steals our Years away Where shall we meet ? When Time was ...
... Music .... When forced from dear Hebe to go ...... When Evening's Twilight .. When he who adores thee . When I drain the rosy Bowl When they told me he was married When Time who steals our Years away Where shall we meet ? When Time was ...
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... Music by M. W. BALFE . SWEET is true love tho ' giv'n in vain , And sweet is death who puts an end to pain : I know not which is sweeter , no , not I. Love , art thou sweet ; then bitter death must be . Love thou art bitter ; sweet is ...
... Music by M. W. BALFE . SWEET is true love tho ' giv'n in vain , And sweet is death who puts an end to pain : I know not which is sweeter , no , not I. Love , art thou sweet ; then bitter death must be . Love thou art bitter ; sweet is ...
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ALFRED BUNN bark beam beauty bless bower boys brave breathe breeze bright calm CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheek cheer cried dear dearest dream e'er echoes ELIZA COOK England ev'ry fair fairy fairy bell fear flag flowers fond FRANZ ABT G. F. HANDEL gallant gaze gentle gipsy golden gone grief happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hebe Hecate hope Hugo J. E. CARPENTER Jack lady land laughing eye light lips live LORD BYRON lov'd love thee love's maid merrily merry MOORE morning Music by W. V. ne'er never night o'er pleasure plum-pudding roam rose round sail sailor SAILOR'S LADY SAMUEL LOVER shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul star sweet tears tell there's thine thou thought tree true Twas voice vows W. V. WALLACE wander waves weep whistle wind wings young youth
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Стр. 105 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking...
Стр. 139 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 37 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Стр. 152 - 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. 102 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 38 - And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
Стр. 102 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 88 - THE MARINER'S DREAM IN slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay; His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind; But watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away, And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind. He...
Стр. 188 - Had promised to link the last tie before noon ; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen The maiden herself will steal after it soon. As she look'd in...
Стр. 61 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...