The Amusing SongsterJoseph Edwards Carpenter Routledge, 1866 - 142 էջ |
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... town ? Then they will never more be seen To grow again so fresh and green . Though that you do it is no boot , Although they cut me to the root , Next year again I will be seen To bud my branches fresh and green . And you , fair maid ...
... town ? Then they will never more be seen To grow again so fresh and green . Though that you do it is no boot , Although they cut me to the root , Next year again I will be seen To bud my branches fresh and green . And you , fair maid ...
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... town , where I was born , There was a fair maid dwellin ' , Made ev'ry youth cry " well - a - way , " Her name was Barb'ra Allen .. All in the merry month of May , When green buds they were swellin ' , Young Jemmy Grove on his death ...
... town , where I was born , There was a fair maid dwellin ' , Made ev'ry youth cry " well - a - way , " Her name was Barb'ra Allen .. All in the merry month of May , When green buds they were swellin ' , Young Jemmy Grove on his death ...
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... town Come flocking and listen awhile ; Nor on him let Hebe once frown , - But I cannot allow her to smile . To see , when my charmer goes by , Some hermit peep out of his cell : How he thinks of his youth with a sigh , How fondly he ...
... town Come flocking and listen awhile ; Nor on him let Hebe once frown , - But I cannot allow her to smile . To see , when my charmer goes by , Some hermit peep out of his cell : How he thinks of his youth with a sigh , How fondly he ...
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... towns He breathes the pleasant country air of meadows , hills , and downs , And with a hale , old hearty age a healthy life he crowns ; And it's O , I'd be a farmer — a farmer I would be . No prison'd life the farmer lives , bent over ...
... towns He breathes the pleasant country air of meadows , hills , and downs , And with a hale , old hearty age a healthy life he crowns ; And it's O , I'd be a farmer — a farmer I would be . No prison'd life the farmer lives , bent over ...
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... town , where I was born In one thou couldst find variety PAGE 10 69 73 82 108 116 128 18 33 61 19 62 24 10 27 ... 59 ... 19 ... 26 ... 51 ... 104 12 75 28 37 51 96 106 32 70 16 66 27 132 130 125 36 124 115 72 ... 43 14 62 94 100 ... 100 ...
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Common terms and phrases
arms beautiful boys brave bright bring CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheer cried dance dear death derry dream drink eyes fair fear feel feet flowers folks follow gave give gone grow hand happy head hear heard heart hope hour husband I'll island Jack John keep kind king lady land leave light live look Lord lost LOVER maid married meet merrily mind Miss MOORE morning Music ne'er never night o'er once pass play pleasure poor queer rest rose round shore sing smile song soon sorrow soul spring stand sure sweet tears tell thee there's things thou thought took town tree true turn twas voice wave wife wish 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.