The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 275 oldal |
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v. oldal
... . The Melodies of many Lands .. Merry row the Bonnie Bark Go , ask the Roses Ocular Demonstration Oh ! Nannie , wilt thou go with me ?. Had I a Heart for Falsehood framed ... TITLE . I have waited for thy coming Phyllis is A 2.
... . The Melodies of many Lands .. Merry row the Bonnie Bark Go , ask the Roses Ocular Demonstration Oh ! Nannie , wilt thou go with me ?. Had I a Heart for Falsehood framed ... TITLE . I have waited for thy coming Phyllis is A 2.
vi. oldal
... thou couldst have died . Various 888 * 8 * 288888 ; 59 60 62 62 63 6-4 65 68 69 69 I still love thee I'll sing sweet Songs to thee The Grasp of Friendship's Hand Oh ! ye Tears - oh ! ye Tears Hymn to the Night There is Something ye may ...
... thou couldst have died . Various 888 * 8 * 288888 ; 59 60 62 62 63 6-4 65 68 69 69 I still love thee I'll sing sweet Songs to thee The Grasp of Friendship's Hand Oh ! ye Tears - oh ! ye Tears Hymn to the Night There is Something ye may ...
vii. oldal
... Thou art lovelier than the Coming Tell me my Heart I love , but I mus'n't say who .. Kitty of Coleraine Oh ! Marian the Merry Go , forget me Should he upbraid Queen of the May Tubal Cain The Village Blacksmith Kathleen Mavourneen The ...
... Thou art lovelier than the Coming Tell me my Heart I love , but I mus'n't say who .. Kitty of Coleraine Oh ! Marian the Merry Go , forget me Should he upbraid Queen of the May Tubal Cain The Village Blacksmith Kathleen Mavourneen The ...
xi. oldal
... thou be She walks in beauty Ditto 241 Ditto 241 B. Williams .... 242 Leoni Lee 243 D'Almaine & Co. 243 My Love is like the Red , Red Rose my Dearie Soldier , awake Old Winter comes down Allen - a - Dale The Sailor's Lullaby The Lover's ...
... thou be She walks in beauty Ditto 241 Ditto 241 B. Williams .... 242 Leoni Lee 243 D'Almaine & Co. 243 My Love is like the Red , Red Rose my Dearie Soldier , awake Old Winter comes down Allen - a - Dale The Sailor's Lullaby The Lover's ...
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... thou sprung In deserts where no men abide , Thou must have uncommended died . Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth , Suffer herself to be desired , And not blush so to be admired . Then die ! that she ...
... thou sprung In deserts where no men abide , Thou must have uncommended died . Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth , Suffer herself to be desired , And not blush so to be admired . Then die ! that she ...
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140. oldal - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
118. oldal - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
14. oldal - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
229. 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.
174. oldal - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
202. oldal - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
50. oldal - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
96. oldal - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
107. oldal - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " 0 stay," the maiden said, " and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
96. oldal - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.