The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - Всего страниц: 276 |
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... feel , Dearest , I never loved but thee . I AM IN TRUTH A COUNTRY YOUTH . HENRY CAREY . ] I AM in truth [ Music by HENRY CAREY . A country youth Unused to London fashions ; Yet virtue guides , And still presides , O'er all my steps and ...
... feel , Dearest , I never loved but thee . I AM IN TRUTH A COUNTRY YOUTH . HENRY CAREY . ] I AM in truth [ Music by HENRY CAREY . A country youth Unused to London fashions ; Yet virtue guides , And still presides , O'er all my steps and ...
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... feel on my pillow no thorns in the dark Which reflection might raise from the deeds of the day ; For , with neither myself nor my neighbour at strife , Though the sand in my glass may not have long to run , I'm determined to live all ...
... feel on my pillow no thorns in the dark Which reflection might raise from the deeds of the day ; For , with neither myself nor my neighbour at strife , Though the sand in my glass may not have long to run , I'm determined to live all ...
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... feels himself young , and a boy all his life , While he eats the plum - pudding of England ! Old English plum - pudding for me ! May solid plum - pudding , then , year after year , At Christmas ne'er fail us , to make us good cheer ...
... feels himself young , and a boy all his life , While he eats the plum - pudding of England ! Old English plum - pudding for me ! May solid plum - pudding , then , year after year , At Christmas ne'er fail us , to make us good cheer ...
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... feel so well , There may perhaps in such a scene , Some recollection be , Of days that have as happy been , And you'll remember me . When coldness or deceit shall slight The beauty now they prize , And deem it but a faded light Which ...
... feel so well , There may perhaps in such a scene , Some recollection be , Of days that have as happy been , And you'll remember me . When coldness or deceit shall slight The beauty now they prize , And deem it but a faded light Which ...
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... feel , Oh ! from thy heart all , all conceal ; No sight can now the past restore , I mourn thee , but I love no more . THE SLAVE TRADE . SAMUEL LOVER . ] [ Music by LOVER . WHEN Venus first rose from the wave , Where of sea - foam they ...
... feel , Oh ! from thy heart all , all conceal ; No sight can now the past restore , I mourn thee , but I love no more . THE SLAVE TRADE . SAMUEL LOVER . ] [ Music by LOVER . WHEN Venus first rose from the wave , Where of sea - foam they ...
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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...