The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 275 էջ |
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... Arms once more The Star of Glengary . The Banks of Doon Fair is the Miller's Maid The Lugger .... Every Land my own Hope shall whisper happy days Light of heart am I The Heart's desire for Home Who'll buy my Roses ? Go , Breeze , that ...
... Arms once more The Star of Glengary . The Banks of Doon Fair is the Miller's Maid The Lugger .... Every Land my own Hope shall whisper happy days Light of heart am I The Heart's desire for Home Who'll buy my Roses ? Go , Breeze , that ...
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... arms A Song of the Valley . England the Home of the World My sweet Girl , my Friend and Pitcher ... Crazy Jane Will Watch , the bold Smuggler D'Almaine & Co. 168 Duff and Co ....... 169 Addison and Co. 170 Various ....... D'Almaine & Co ...
... arms A Song of the Valley . England the Home of the World My sweet Girl , my Friend and Pitcher ... Crazy Jane Will Watch , the bold Smuggler D'Almaine & Co. 168 Duff and Co ....... 169 Addison and Co. 170 Various ....... D'Almaine & Co ...
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... arms . Then heed not whose the woods may be , Nor whose the fields and flowers ; For while to you and I they're free , We'll rove and think them ours . DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES . [ BEN 48 THE BOOK OF The Meeting of Spring and ...
... arms . Then heed not whose the woods may be , Nor whose the fields and flowers ; For while to you and I they're free , We'll rove and think them ours . DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES . [ BEN 48 THE BOOK OF The Meeting of Spring and ...
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... Arm , arm , and advance , boys , Nor e'er look askance , boys ; Our bulwarks at foreign invasion may smile , Whilst the flag of Britannia still waves o'er our isle . Whilst the flag , & c . From the Tay to the Tweed , from the south to ...
... Arm , arm , and advance , boys , Nor e'er look askance , boys ; Our bulwarks at foreign invasion may smile , Whilst the flag of Britannia still waves o'er our isle . Whilst the flag , & c . From the Tay to the Tweed , from the south to ...
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... arm for work , While the quick flames mounted high ; And he sang , " Hurrah for my handiwork ! " And the red sparks lit the air- " Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made ; " And he fashion'd the first ploughshare . And men ...
... arm for work , While the quick flames mounted high ; And he sang , " Hurrah for my handiwork ! " And the red sparks lit the air- " Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made ; " And he fashion'd the first ploughshare . And men ...
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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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Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.