The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 276 էջ |
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... Oн , how great the power of music O'er the tumults of the soul ! Art divine from heaven descended , Lawless passion's sweet control ! At its voice the storms of anger Soft and smoothly THE NEW STANDARD SONG BOOK . 15.
... Oн , how great the power of music O'er the tumults of the soul ! Art divine from heaven descended , Lawless passion's sweet control ! At its voice the storms of anger Soft and smoothly THE NEW STANDARD SONG BOOK . 15.
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... heaven , Still , still my own ? I see thee with thy gleaming hair , In midnight dreams ! But cold , and clear , and spirit - like , Thy soft eye seems . Peace in thy saddest hour , my love ! But something Dwelt on thy brow ; mournfully ...
... heaven , Still , still my own ? I see thee with thy gleaming hair , In midnight dreams ! But cold , and clear , and spirit - like , Thy soft eye seems . Peace in thy saddest hour , my love ! But something Dwelt on thy brow ; mournfully ...
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... heaven thy fire , What hopest thou from the reckless throng , Be not like that lost lyre ! Not like that lyre ! A flower its leaves and odours cast On a swift - rolling wave ; Th ' unheeding torrent darkly pass'd , And back no treasure ...
... heaven thy fire , What hopest thou from the reckless throng , Be not like that lost lyre ! Not like that lyre ! A flower its leaves and odours cast On a swift - rolling wave ; Th ' unheeding torrent darkly pass'd , And back no treasure ...
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... heaven , now keeping , Beams ev'ry star ; But the sweet eye that is sleeping Brighter is far : - For when the pale dawn advances Tremulous star fires decay , While e'en at noon - tide thy glance is Bright as the day . PETER WHITE ...
... heaven , now keeping , Beams ev'ry star ; But the sweet eye that is sleeping Brighter is far : - For when the pale dawn advances Tremulous star fires decay , While e'en at noon - tide thy glance is Bright as the day . PETER WHITE ...
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... heaven . And long may this garland be sweet to the eye , May its verdure for ever be new ; Young love shall enrich it with many a sigh , And pity shall nurse it with dew . OH ! THE PLUM - PUDDING OF J. E. CARPENTER . ] ENGLAND . [ Music ...
... heaven . And long may this garland be sweet to the eye , May its verdure for ever be new ; Young love shall enrich it with many a sigh , And pity shall nurse it with dew . OH ! THE PLUM - PUDDING OF J. E. CARPENTER . ] ENGLAND . [ Music ...
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ALFRED BUNN beam beauty bird bower boys brave breathe breeze bright calm CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheek cheer cried dear dearest dream dwell e'er echoes ELIZA COOK England ev'ry fair fairy fairy bell flowers fond FRANZ ABT G. F. HANDEL gallant gentle gipsy girl golden gone grief happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate hope Hugo J. E. CARPENTER Jack lady land laughing eye light live LORD BYRON lov'd love thee love's maid maiden merrily merry MOORE morning Music by W. V. ne'er never night o'er pleasure plum-pudding roam rose round sail sailor SAILOR'S LADY SAMUEL LOVER shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul star summer sweet tears tell there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought tree true Twas voice vows W. V. WALLACE wander waves weep whistle wind wings young youth
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Էջ 105 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking...
Էջ 139 - 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 37 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Էջ 152 - 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 102 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Էջ 38 - And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
Էջ 102 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Էջ 88 - THE MARINER'S DREAM IN slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay; His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind; But watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away, And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind. He...
Էջ 188 - Had promised to link the last tie before noon ; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen The maiden herself will steal after it soon. As she look'd in...
Էջ 61 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...