The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 275 páginas |
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... Face Alice Gray To the West .. The Old Clock on the Stairs Terence's Farewell Why chime the Bells so merrily I love my little Native Isle The Worth of Time The Bridal Ring Excelsior ! The Irish Emigrant The British Anchor I dreamt that ...
... Face Alice Gray To the West .. The Old Clock on the Stairs Terence's Farewell Why chime the Bells so merrily I love my little Native Isle The Worth of Time The Bridal Ring Excelsior ! The Irish Emigrant The British Anchor I dreamt that ...
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... Face ............... .......... Z. T. Purday Duff and Co ....... 218 Duff and Co ....... 221 Metzler 222 R. Cocks and Co. 223 J. Williams 223 Cramer and Co .. 224 Duff and Co ....... 224 Cramer and Co ... 225 Thos . Prowse ... 226 ...
... Face ............... .......... Z. T. Purday Duff and Co ....... 218 Duff and Co ....... 221 Metzler 222 R. Cocks and Co. 223 J. Williams 223 Cramer and Co .. 224 Duff and Co ....... 224 Cramer and Co ... 225 Thos . Prowse ... 226 ...
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... face the parching ray , Nor shrink before the wintry wind ? Oh , can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear , Nor sad regret each courtly scene , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? O Nanny , canst thou love so ...
... face the parching ray , Nor shrink before the wintry wind ? Oh , can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear , Nor sad regret each courtly scene , Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? O Nanny , canst thou love so ...
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... face to catch his last smile beaming , Then bowing to its grave , the earth , expires . Do not the sportive fish , when day's descending , Leap to the streamlet's bosom in their play ? Doth not the sun - flower - faithful in its tending ...
... face to catch his last smile beaming , Then bowing to its grave , the earth , expires . Do not the sportive fish , when day's descending , Leap to the streamlet's bosom in their play ? Doth not the sun - flower - faithful in its tending ...
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... faces and coffers of wealth . There are none to control us ; we rest or we roam ; Our will is our law , and the world is our home : E'en Jove would repine at his lot if he spent A night of wild glee in the Gipsy's tent . THE GRECIAN ...
... faces and coffers of wealth . There are none to control us ; we rest or we roam ; Our will is our law , and the world is our home : E'en Jove would repine at his lot if he spent A night of wild glee in the Gipsy's tent . THE GRECIAN ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Allen-a-Dale beauty bird BLOCKLEY bloom blossom blows bold bonnie bower boys brave breast breath bright Briton's home brow cheer child cold County Guy crazy Jane dear deep dream earth ELIZA COOK England Erin go bragh eyes fair farewell flowers forget friends Gaffer Green gaily gentle GLOVER H. W. LONGFELLOW hand happy hath heart Hearts of oak heaven Here's a health hope hour J. E. CARPENTER kiss land life's light lips live lonely love thee maid merrily merry morn mother mountain Music by C. W. Music by H ne'er night o'er peace poor pride Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Ring roam Robin and Marian rose sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul SPORLE spring star summer sunshine sweet tears tell There's thine thou thousand a-year tree true Twas twill vale voice waves wild wind wine
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Página 140 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Página 118 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Página 14 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Página 229 - ON Linden when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 174 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank 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' that. For a
Página 202 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Página 50 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Página 96 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Página 107 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " 0 stay," the maiden said, " and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Página 96 - 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.