Hearty staves of heart-music (selected) by J.E. Clarke |
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3. oldal
... hours That we loved , ah ! long ago ; Song from baser thoughts should win us , Song should charm us out of woe , Song should stir the heart within us , Like a patriot's friendly blow . Pains and pleasures , all man doeth , War and peace ...
... hours That we loved , ah ! long ago ; Song from baser thoughts should win us , Song should charm us out of woe , Song should stir the heart within us , Like a patriot's friendly blow . Pains and pleasures , all man doeth , War and peace ...
9. oldal
... hour was sad I left the maid , A ling'ring farewell taking , Her sighs and tears my steps delay'd , I thought her heart was breaking ; In hurried words her name I bless'd , I breathed the vows that bind me , And to my heart in anguish ...
... hour was sad I left the maid , A ling'ring farewell taking , Her sighs and tears my steps delay'd , I thought her heart was breaking ; In hurried words her name I bless'd , I breathed the vows that bind me , And to my heart in anguish ...
41. oldal
... hour shall come , When that which is call'd the " waste land " now Shall ring with the " harvest home . " Then sing for the Kings who have no crown But the blue sky o'er their head : - Never Sultan or Dey had such power as they , To ...
... hour shall come , When that which is call'd the " waste land " now Shall ring with the " harvest home . " Then sing for the Kings who have no crown But the blue sky o'er their head : - Never Sultan or Dey had such power as they , To ...
48. oldal
... the ground . Oh ! mark the great , the liberal hand , That scatters blessings o'er the land ; And to the God of nature raise The grateful song , the hymn of praise . The infant corn , in vernal hours , He nurtured 48 HEARTY STAVES OF.
... the ground . Oh ! mark the great , the liberal hand , That scatters blessings o'er the land ; And to the God of nature raise The grateful song , the hymn of praise . The infant corn , in vernal hours , He nurtured 48 HEARTY STAVES OF.
49. oldal
Hearty staves, John Erskine Clarke. The infant corn , in vernal hours , He nurtured with his gentle showers , And bade the summer clouds diffuse Their balmy store of genial dews . He mark'd the tender stem arise , ' Till ripen'd by the ...
Hearty staves, John Erskine Clarke. The infant corn , in vernal hours , He nurtured with his gentle showers , And bade the summer clouds diffuse Their balmy store of genial dews . He mark'd the tender stem arise , ' Till ripen'd by the ...
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afloat bless boast boatie rows bonnie boys brave breeze British British Grenadiers brothers brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek cheer coming Davidson's dear deep earth ERSKINE CLARKE eyes fair faith Farewell father fear flag frae gale grain guard hand happy harvest hath hear heart Hearts of oak hero honest hope Household treasures Hurrah ivy green John Anderson labour land MARY HOWITT merry merry England morn Music at Z. T. nane like you-there's Nannie ne'er Never give night noble o'er old England outward bound owre young plough proud rich rink-a-tink a-tink round Rule Britannia sail ship shore sing smile song sorrow stormy tempests blow Strike the iron strong SUNSET TREE tears thee there's nae luck thine thou toil true Trust Tubal Cain voice wave wealth weel wife wind you-there's nane Z. T. Purday's
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72. oldal - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
72. 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.
10. oldal - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
24. oldal - Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
98. oldal - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
73. oldal - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
87. oldal - Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that; Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks 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
60. oldal - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...
104. oldal - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
120. oldal - Tis a lesson you should heed, Try, try, try again ; If at first you don't succeed, Try, try, try again. Then your courage should appear, For if you will persevere, You will conquer, never fear, Try, try, try again.