The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 276 oldal |
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... Mother's sweet good night My Name is Fond Desire My Old Mate Jack My Sister Dear ... NOREEN ... ..................... .............. Now is the Month of maying OH ! dear , what can the Matter be ...... Oh ! for a Husband ... Oh ! had we ...
... Mother's sweet good night My Name is Fond Desire My Old Mate Jack My Sister Dear ... NOREEN ... ..................... .............. Now is the Month of maying OH ! dear , what can the Matter be ...... Oh ! for a Husband ... Oh ! had we ...
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... Mother The Exile's Dream The Enchanted Lake .................. The Fairy Bell ... The Fairy's Song ... The Farmer's Son The Falling Star The Flag of Old England . The Fisher Boy jollily lives The Golden Lucy ... The Girl I left behind ...
... Mother The Exile's Dream The Enchanted Lake .................. The Fairy Bell ... The Fairy's Song ... The Farmer's Son The Falling Star The Flag of Old England . The Fisher Boy jollily lives The Golden Lucy ... The Girl I left behind ...
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... MOTHER'S FAREWELL . CLARIBEL . ] [ Music by CLARIBEL . WHEN the breath of English meadows Is fragrant on the breeze , And the flowers in my own garden Are musical with bees : In the calm and pleasant evenings Will ye think of her who ...
... MOTHER'S FAREWELL . CLARIBEL . ] [ Music by CLARIBEL . WHEN the breath of English meadows Is fragrant on the breeze , And the flowers in my own garden Are musical with bees : In the calm and pleasant evenings Will ye think of her who ...
62. oldal
... mother , on thy tender breast , I've felt thy kisses on my tranquil brow , Awake thee , dearest , from thy peaceful rest , And save thy child from bitter sorrow now . The cruel world , unfeeling , heedeth not The plaint of one who was ...
... mother , on thy tender breast , I've felt thy kisses on my tranquil brow , Awake thee , dearest , from thy peaceful rest , And save thy child from bitter sorrow now . The cruel world , unfeeling , heedeth not The plaint of one who was ...
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... MOTHER'S SWEET GOOD J. E. CARPENTER . ] NIGHT . [ Music by E. L. HIME . Two gentle words , two loving words , I never can forget , Though hushed the lips that breathed them oft , They haunt my memory yet ; Like echoes of departed days ...
... MOTHER'S SWEET GOOD J. E. CARPENTER . ] NIGHT . [ Music by E. L. HIME . Two gentle words , two loving words , I never can forget , Though hushed the lips that breathed them oft , They haunt my memory yet ; Like echoes of departed days ...
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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...