The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 276 oldal |
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viii. oldal
... breathe the Air . Oh ! steer my Bark to Erin's Isle Oh ! sweet Simplicity ... Oh ! Sailor Boy , Peace to thy Soul ... Oh ! the Plum - Pudding of England Oh ! ' tis sweet to think Oh ! tell me how to woo Oh ! think not my Spirits ...
... breathe the Air . Oh ! steer my Bark to Erin's Isle Oh ! sweet Simplicity ... Oh ! Sailor Boy , Peace to thy Soul ... Oh ! the Plum - Pudding of England Oh ! ' tis sweet to think Oh ! tell me how to woo Oh ! think not my Spirits ...
13. oldal
... breathe a loving word , To one so dear to me . How happy would I be , Carolling all the day- If only blest with thee , Beguiling time away . Then life would be a pleasure , My mind would be at rest , If with my only treasure , This ...
... breathe a loving word , To one so dear to me . How happy would I be , Carolling all the day- If only blest with thee , Beguiling time away . Then life would be a pleasure , My mind would be at rest , If with my only treasure , This ...
14. oldal
... breathe a loving word , To one so dear to me . I ONLY ASK A HOME WITH THEE . [ Music by LANGTON WILLIAMS . L. WILLIAMS . ] I ONLY ask a home with thee , Though humble it may prove ; No matter where the dwelling be , If hallow'd ' tis by ...
... breathe a loving word , To one so dear to me . I ONLY ASK A HOME WITH THEE . [ Music by LANGTON WILLIAMS . L. WILLIAMS . ] I ONLY ask a home with thee , Though humble it may prove ; No matter where the dwelling be , If hallow'd ' tis by ...
28. oldal
... breathe their rich perfume ; But ere the dawn of 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 ...
... breathe their rich perfume ; But ere the dawn of 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 ...
35. oldal
... breathe not a sound , And ev'ry bird flies to its nest ; When dewdrops kiss the blushing rose , When stars are glitt'ring from above , When Nature's self seeks sweet repose , Then I think of thee , my love , I think of thee , my love ...
... breathe not a sound , And ev'ry bird flies to its nest ; When dewdrops kiss the blushing rose , When stars are glitt'ring from above , When Nature's self seeks sweet repose , Then I think of thee , my love , I think of thee , my love ...
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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...