The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 276 oldal |
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xii. oldal
... blowing free When Woman plights her Troth When shall we three meet While up the Shrouds While Woman like soft Music Who gave thee that jolly Red Nose ? Why throbs this Heart Who would not be a Gipsy free P. Who cares ? ....... Wit and ...
... blowing free When Woman plights her Troth When shall we three meet While up the Shrouds While Woman like soft Music Who gave thee that jolly Red Nose ? Why throbs this Heart Who would not be a Gipsy free P. Who cares ? ....... Wit and ...
7. oldal
... blow , the day is near ! " It whispered to the fields of corn , " Bow down , and hail the coming morn ! " It shouted through the belfry tow'r , " Awake , O bell ! proclaim the hour ! " It cross'd the churchyard with a sigh , And said ...
... blow , the day is near ! " It whispered to the fields of corn , " Bow down , and hail the coming morn ! " It shouted through the belfry tow'r , " Awake , O bell ! proclaim the hour ! " It cross'd the churchyard with a sigh , And said ...
75. oldal
... BLOWING J. E. CARPENTER . ] FREE . [ Music by J. P. KNIGHT , WHEN the wind is blowing free , boys , What a jovial life is ours , Who would care on the land to be , boys , With its forest , fruit , and flowers ? When our forests of masts ...
... BLOWING J. E. CARPENTER . ] FREE . [ Music by J. P. KNIGHT , WHEN the wind is blowing free , boys , What a jovial life is ours , Who would care on the land to be , boys , With its forest , fruit , and flowers ? When our forests of masts ...
76. oldal
... blowing free ! And then , when the sails are righted , And night draws her gloaming screen , We think of the vows we plighted On the far - off village green ; We drink to our wives and sweethearts , And fancy their forms we see , As the ...
... blowing free ! And then , when the sails are righted , And night draws her gloaming screen , We think of the vows we plighted On the far - off village green ; We drink to our wives and sweethearts , And fancy their forms we see , As the ...
102. oldal
... blowing ! Blow , let us hear the purple glens replying ; Blow , bugle - answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . Oh , love , they die in yon rich sky ! They faint on hill , on field , on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And ...
... blowing ! Blow , let us hear the purple glens replying ; Blow , bugle - answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . Oh , love , they die in yon rich sky ! They faint on hill , on field , on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And ...
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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
Népszerű szakaszok
105. oldal - 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...
139. oldal - 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.
37. oldal - 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.
152. oldal - 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.
102. oldal - 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.
38. oldal - 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!
102. oldal - 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.
88. oldal - 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...
188. oldal - 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...
61. oldal - 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...