The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 275 էջ |
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... wild chance leave it ; But ask thy heart the truth , and if It answers Yes , " believe it . Why should you doubt you have the power To charm my soul or grieve it ? Read but my looks , hear but my sighs , And they will say ― believe it ...
... wild chance leave it ; But ask thy heart the truth , and if It answers Yes , " believe it . Why should you doubt you have the power To charm my soul or grieve it ? Read but my looks , hear but my sighs , And they will say ― believe it ...
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... wild heart can prize That doth not in thy sphere abide , Haunt of my home - bred sympathies , My own - my own fireside ! A gentle form is near me now , A small white hand is placed in mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow , And ask , What ...
... wild heart can prize That doth not in thy sphere abide , Haunt of my home - bred sympathies , My own - my own fireside ! A gentle form is near me now , A small white hand is placed in mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow , And ask , What ...
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... 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 DAUGHTER . T. H. BAYLY . ] [ POPULAR SONGS . 39 The Gipsy Tent Addison and Co.
... 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 DAUGHTER . T. H. BAYLY . ] [ POPULAR SONGS . 39 The Gipsy Tent Addison and Co.
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... wild , All through the summer day free as a child . What are the bright halls of splendour and pleasure ? What the saloons of the brilliant and gay ? They cannot render the life - giving treasure That freedom and health to the Gipsy ...
... wild , All through the summer day free as a child . What are the bright halls of splendour and pleasure ? What the saloons of the brilliant and gay ? They cannot render the life - giving treasure That freedom and health to the Gipsy ...
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... wild glee o'er the frozen tide : He cools the draught for the fevered lip , In the summer heat , when the cup we sip ; And he rids us of many a noisome thing That would spread like a plague at returning spring . Oh ! the ice , & c ...
... wild glee o'er the frozen tide : He cools the draught for the fevered lip , In the summer heat , when the cup we sip ; And he rids us of many a noisome thing That would spread like a plague at returning spring . Oh ! the ice , & c ...
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Allen-a-Dale beauty bells bird BLOCKLEY bloom blossom blows bold bonnie bower boys brave breath bright Briton's home brow cheer child cold County Guy crazy Jane deep dream earth ELIZA COOK England Erin go bragh ev'ry eyes fair farewell flowers forget Gaffer Green gaily gentle GLOVER hand happy hath heart Hearts of oak heaven Here's a health hope J. E. CARPENTER kiss land life's light lips live lonely love thee maid merry morning mother mountain Music by H Music by J. P. Nancy ne'er never night o'er ocean peace poor pride Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Ring roam Robin and Marian Savourneen sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul SPORLE spring star Suabian 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.