Magazine of Wit and American Harmonist: Containing a Collection of the Most Admired Anecdotes, and a Variety of the Best Songs, Chiefly Composed in Honour of the Naval and Military Victories Gained During the Late War : Embellished with a Representation of Perry's VictoryM'Carty & Davis, 204 Market St., 1821 - 144 páginas |
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... ERIN TUNE - Erin go Bragh . THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erm , The dew on his thin robe hung heavy and chill ; For his country he sigh'd , when at twilight repair- G 2 77 No heart with pale fear, or faint doubtings be ...
... ERIN TUNE - Erin go Bragh . THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erm , The dew on his thin robe hung heavy and chill ; For his country he sigh'd , when at twilight repair- G 2 77 No heart with pale fear, or faint doubtings be ...
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... ERIN GO BRAGH ! O , sad is my fate ! said the heart - broken stranger , The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee ; But I have no refuge from famine and danger , A home and a country remain not to me ; A never again in the green sunny ...
... ERIN GO BRAGH ! O , sad is my fate ! said the heart - broken stranger , The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee ; But I have no refuge from famine and danger , A home and a country remain not to me ; A never again in the green sunny ...
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... Erin , an exile , bequeaths thee his blessing , Land of my forefathers , ERIN GO BRAGH ! Buried and cold , when my heart stills its motion , Green be thy fields , sweetest isle of the ocean , And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud ...
... Erin , an exile , bequeaths thee his blessing , Land of my forefathers , ERIN GO BRAGH ! Buried and cold , when my heart stills its motion , Green be thy fields , sweetest isle of the ocean , And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud ...
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... Erin oft paused with delight , To dear recollection his soul he surrendered- And each well known object return'd to his sight . Here was the brook oft he leap'd so light hearted , Here was the bower where with love first he smarted ...
... Erin oft paused with delight , To dear recollection his soul he surrendered- And each well known object return'd to his sight . Here was the brook oft he leap'd so light hearted , Here was the bower where with love first he smarted ...
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... ERIN GO BRAGH . This harp on whose strings oft he's roused each emo- tion , Unrival'd the soft tones of feeling to draw , He left me the pledge of his heart's true devotion , And bade me oft strike it to Erin go Bragh . O'er it oft I ...
... ERIN GO BRAGH . This harp on whose strings oft he's roused each emo- tion , Unrival'd the soft tones of feeling to draw , He left me the pledge of his heart's true devotion , And bade me oft strike it to Erin go Bragh . O'er it oft I ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 96 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ; " She is won ! we are gone ! over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 95 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 124 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Página 89 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Página 134 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Página 81 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming ? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Página 94 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 89 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Página 123 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet...
Página 141 - Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair : And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly, Ah, many's the time and oft! But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft.