The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - Всего страниц: 276 |
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... Morning Good Night Go , gentle Breeze Grist to the Mill HARK to my Lute Hark ! the Goddess Diana Happiness and Home .. Haste thee , Nymph Has anybody here seen Hugo ? Has Sorrow thy young Days shaded Here's a Health to thee , Tom Moore ...
... Morning Good Night Go , gentle Breeze Grist to the Mill HARK to my Lute Hark ! the Goddess Diana Happiness and Home .. Haste thee , Nymph Has anybody here seen Hugo ? Has Sorrow thy young Days shaded Here's a Health to thee , Tom Moore ...
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... morning smile ; For on thy deck , though dark it be , A female form I see ; And I have sworn this sainted sod Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod . " THE LADY . " Oh ! father , send not hence my bark , Through wintry winds and billows ...
... morning smile ; For on thy deck , though dark it be , A female form I see ; And I have sworn this sainted sod Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod . " THE LADY . " Oh ! father , send not hence my bark , Through wintry winds and billows ...
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... morning light Flashing o'er the pathless sea , Dearest , in the lonely night , Mem'ry wings her way to thee . Stronger far than is desire , Firm as truth itself can be , Deeper than earth's central fire , Boundless as eternity , Mute as ...
... morning light Flashing o'er the pathless sea , Dearest , in the lonely night , Mem'ry wings her way to thee . Stronger far than is desire , Firm as truth itself can be , Deeper than earth's central fire , Boundless as eternity , Mute as ...
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... morning , The figure glides away , And sinks again to slumber In his marble tomb at Aix . In mem'ry of our hero , In honour of our vine , Let's drink to Karl the Kaiser , cup of Rhenish wine . A BRIGHTLY HAST TH U FLED . MBS . HEMANS ...
... morning , The figure glides away , And sinks again to slumber In his marble tomb at Aix . In mem'ry of our hero , In honour of our vine , Let's drink to Karl the Kaiser , cup of Rhenish wine . A BRIGHTLY HAST TH U FLED . MBS . HEMANS ...
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... morning dew , Awaiting but one loving ray To sip their brimming tears away ; She wept , and let it be confess'd Her tears did make me love her best . THE CASTLED CRAG OF DRACHEN- FELS . [ LORD BYRON . ] THE castled crag of Drachenfels ...
... morning dew , Awaiting but one loving ray To sip their brimming tears away ; She wept , and let it be confess'd Her tears did make me love her best . THE CASTLED CRAG OF DRACHEN- FELS . [ LORD BYRON . ] THE castled crag of Drachenfels ...
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ALFRED BUNN beam beauty bird bower boys brave breathe breeze bright calm CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheek cheer cried dear dearest dream dwell e'er echoes ELIZA COOK England ev'ry fair fairy fairy bell flowers fond FRANZ ABT G. F. HANDEL gallant gentle gipsy girl golden gone grief happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate hope Hugo J. E. CARPENTER Jack lady land laughing eye light live LORD BYRON lov'd love thee love's maid maiden 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 summer sweet tears tell there's thine THOMAS MOORE 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...