The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 276 oldal |
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... sleeps ! O for music's softest numbers ! To prompt a theme For beauty's dream , Soft as the pillow of her slumbers ... sleep , From lattice peep , And list the tale that love is telling . THE LYRE AND FLOWER . MRS . HEMANS . ] 20 20 ...
... sleeps ! O for music's softest numbers ! To prompt a theme For beauty's dream , Soft as the pillow of her slumbers ... sleep , From lattice peep , And list the tale that love is telling . THE LYRE AND FLOWER . MRS . HEMANS . ] 20 20 ...
36. oldal
... sleeping - my strain , love , Meets not thine ear , And visions , in shadowy train , love , Haply appear . Wake thee ! and hearken to me , love , If fancy should whisper of ill ; But if thy dream be of me , love , Oh ! slumber still ...
... sleeping - my strain , love , Meets not thine ear , And visions , in shadowy train , love , Haply appear . Wake thee ! and hearken to me , love , If fancy should whisper of ill ; But if thy dream be of me , love , Oh ! slumber still ...
39. oldal
... sleep , tho ' cold and hard Their pillow may be in the old kirk - yard . I know it is vain when friends depart , To breathe kind words to a broken heart ; I know that the joy of life seems marr'd , When we follow them home to the old ...
... sleep , tho ' cold and hard Their pillow may be in the old kirk - yard . I know it is vain when friends depart , To breathe kind words to a broken heart ; I know that the joy of life seems marr'd , When we follow them home to the old ...
43. oldal
... sleeps on the daisied green ; " " I know a bank , " sung the Bard of old , When to our wonder his dream he told . Since that sweet time , In his sweet rhyme , In fairies bright We take delight , And still we wile the hours away ' Neath ...
... sleeps on the daisied green ; " " I know a bank , " sung the Bard of old , When to our wonder his dream he told . Since that sweet time , In his sweet rhyme , In fairies bright We take delight , And still we wile the hours away ' Neath ...
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... Sleep , baby , sleep , till dawn to - morrow ! Why shouldst thou weep , who know'st not sorrow ? Too soon come pains and fears , Too soon a cause for tears , So from thy future years No sadness borrow . Dream , baby , dream , thy ...
... Sleep , baby , sleep , till dawn to - morrow ! Why shouldst thou weep , who know'st not sorrow ? Too soon come pains and fears , Too soon a cause for tears , So from thy future years No sadness borrow . Dream , baby , dream , thy ...
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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...