The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - Всего страниц: 276 |
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... wild river , On whose breast no sail may be ; Dark woods around it shiver- I dream of all things free ! Of a happy forest child , With the fawns and flowers at play ; Of an Indian midst the wild , With the stars to guide his way : Of a ...
... wild river , On whose breast no sail may be ; Dark woods around it shiver- I dream of all things free ! Of a happy forest child , With the fawns and flowers at play ; Of an Indian midst the wild , With the stars to guide his way : Of a ...
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... wild wind's track ; The stormy wanderer jarr'd the chord , But gave no music back . Oh ! child of song ! Bear hence to heaven thy fire , What hopest thou from the reckless throng , Be not like that lost lyre ! Not like that lyre ! A ...
... wild wind's track ; The stormy wanderer jarr'd the chord , But gave no music back . Oh ! child of song ! Bear hence to heaven thy fire , What hopest thou from the reckless throng , Be not like that lost lyre ! Not like that lyre ! A ...
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... wild lay of the mountain band , Softly floating along on the air ; But my soul has fled backwards on memory's wing , To the home of its happier state ; Where the wild birds sing , and the children swing , On the top of the old farm gate ...
... wild lay of the mountain band , Softly floating along on the air ; But my soul has fled backwards on memory's wing , To the home of its happier state ; Where the wild birds sing , and the children swing , On the top of the old farm gate ...
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... wild bird that wings through the sky , Ever sought for and loved by the brave ; But my mem'ry recalls , recalls with a sigh Those days - now alas ! I'm a Slave . I sigh for my home , where the tyrant hath been And destroyed the fair ...
... wild bird that wings through the sky , Ever sought for and loved by the brave ; But my mem'ry recalls , recalls with a sigh Those days - now alas ! I'm a Slave . I sigh for my home , where the tyrant hath been And destroyed the fair ...
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... wild , Though she was a very child She made all the village wait Near her floral throne of state . Thine was then a happy day , Little Lady of the May ! Oh the Lady of the May ! Few the years that passed away Ere she was a maiden bright ...
... wild , Though she was a very child She made all the village wait Near her floral throne of state . Thine was then a happy day , Little Lady of the May ! Oh the Lady of the May ! Few the years that passed away Ere she was a maiden bright ...
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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...