The Amusing SongsterJoseph Edwards Carpenter Routledge, 1866 - 142 էջ |
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... sure , if they ever came nigh land , They couldn't do less than tuck up Queen Bess , And take their full swing in the island ! Oh , the poor Queen and the island ! The Dous came to plunder the island ! But snug in the hive , The Queen ...
... sure , if they ever came nigh land , They couldn't do less than tuck up Queen Bess , And take their full swing in the island ! Oh , the poor Queen and the island ! The Dous came to plunder the island ! But snug in the hive , The Queen ...
Էջ 51
... sure , Though I soar not on fabulous wings : I've seen honest lawyers , and doctors that cure ; But travellers see strange things . Strange things , & c . Believe me no falsehood I wish to advance , From truth my authority springs ; I ...
... sure , Though I soar not on fabulous wings : I've seen honest lawyers , and doctors that cure ; But travellers see strange things . Strange things , & c . Believe me no falsehood I wish to advance , From truth my authority springs ; I ...
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... sure that we ought ; While the soul - melting moonlight o'er calm waters glisten , How sweet , but how fatal it may be to lister . ! Sweet , sweet ' tis to listen ! How sweet ' tis to listen , with too willing THE NEW STANDARD SONG BOOK ...
... sure that we ought ; While the soul - melting moonlight o'er calm waters glisten , How sweet , but how fatal it may be to lister . ! Sweet , sweet ' tis to listen ! How sweet ' tis to listen , with too willing THE NEW STANDARD SONG BOOK ...
Էջ 75
... Sure rivals are the worst ! By partners of each other kind , Afflictions easier grow ; In love alone we hate to find Companions of our woe . Sylvia , for all the pangs you see Are labouring in my breast , I beg not you would favour me ...
... Sure rivals are the worst ! By partners of each other kind , Afflictions easier grow ; In love alone we hate to find Companions of our woe . Sylvia , for all the pangs you see Are labouring in my breast , I beg not you would favour me ...
Էջ 103
... sure still to love her the more . And now ere I haste to the plain , Come , shepherds , and talk of her ways : I could lay down my life for the swain That would sing me a song in her praise ; While he sings may the maids of the town ...
... sure still to love her the more . And now ere I haste to the plain , Come , shepherds , and talk of her ways : I could lay down my life for the swain That would sing me a song in her praise ; While he sings may the maids of the town ...
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Common terms and phrases
Abraham Newland Arrah bark beautiful Billy Barlow bless boys brave bright bumper CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheer cried cuckoo D'Almaine d'ye dance derry dream drink e'er ELIZA COOK ev'ry eyes fair fear flowers Fol de riddle fond FRANZ ABT gent GEORGE LINLEY happy hath head hear heart Hecate Hugo husband Incas J. E. CARPENTER Jack king King Canute lady light live look love's LOVER maid married merry Miss MOORE morning Music ne'er never Novello & Co o'er Oh dear once Peru pleasure poor poor Jack queer roam rose round sail sailor SAILOR'S LADY SAMUEL LOVER shore sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tears tell thee there's thine things THOMAS HUDSON thou thought thro twas ma delight Twill weep wife Witch wont young
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Էջ 18 - 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.
Էջ 3 - 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.
Էջ 104 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Էջ 83 - For from cock-crow he had been travelling, And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he, And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree.
Էջ 95 - My boat is on the shore And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! " Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. " Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Էջ 94 - O'er whom a wond'ring world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE. NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day, Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, For ever dimm'd, for ever crost — Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour's lost...
Էջ 79 - And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Էջ 66 - OH ! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen's bower The Lord of the Valley with false vows came ; The moon hid her light From the heavens that night, And wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame. The clouds...
Էջ 100 - O ruddier than the cherry ! O sweeter than the berry ! O nymph more bright Than moonshine night, Like kidlings, blithe and merry ! Ripe as the melting cluster ! No lily has such lustre ; Yet hard to tame As raging flame, And fierce as storms that bluster ! RECITATIVE.
Էջ 104 - Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.