The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 80 találatból.
8. oldal
... live without thee . Fare thee well ! I'll think on thee , Thou leav'st me many a bitter token ; For see , distracting woman , see My peace is gone , my heart is broken . THE MINUTE GUN . WHEN in the storm on Albion's A CHOICE COLLECTION ...
... live without thee . Fare thee well ! I'll think on thee , Thou leav'st me many a bitter token ; For see , distracting woman , see My peace is gone , my heart is broken . THE MINUTE GUN . WHEN in the storm on Albion's A CHOICE COLLECTION ...
12. oldal
... live ! No dream can give A shadow'd bliss , the real excelling ; No longer sleep , From lattice peep , And list the tale that Love is telling . wwwwwww OUR COUNTRY IS OUR SHIP , D'YE SEE . OUR country is our ship , d'ye see , A gallant ...
... live ! No dream can give A shadow'd bliss , the real excelling ; No longer sleep , From lattice peep , And list the tale that Love is telling . wwwwwww OUR COUNTRY IS OUR SHIP , D'YE SEE . OUR country is our ship , d'ye see , A gallant ...
40. oldal
... live , Or once with honour die . Bright as his own good sword , A soldier's fame must be , As pure as the plume that sits above , And his helmet white and free . No fear in his breast must dwell , Nor dread that shame may throw A spot ...
... live , Or once with honour die . Bright as his own good sword , A soldier's fame must be , As pure as the plume that sits above , And his helmet white and free . No fear in his breast must dwell , Nor dread that shame may throw A spot ...
43. oldal
... live at Llangollen , Good truth I was born in the sweetest of vales , Yes , indeed , and all countries so foreign and beautiful , That little valley I prize far above , For indeed in my heart I do love that Llangollen , And sweet Jenny ...
... live at Llangollen , Good truth I was born in the sweetest of vales , Yes , indeed , and all countries so foreign and beautiful , That little valley I prize far above , For indeed in my heart I do love that Llangollen , And sweet Jenny ...
44. oldal
... . Then how ye change , and how ye close , As though ye thought your light Too dazzling for the sight of those Who live like me , in night . Sweet eyes , & Sweet eyes , sweet eyes , how dark the world 44 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
... . Then how ye change , and how ye close , As though ye thought your light Too dazzling for the sight of those Who live like me , in night . Sweet eyes , & Sweet eyes , sweet eyes , how dark the world 44 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
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371. oldal - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
96. oldal - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
47. oldal - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
359. oldal - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
14. oldal - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
153. oldal - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
375. oldal - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
378. oldal - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
379. oldal - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
375. oldal - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...