The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Том 21816 |
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... thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song . Take this cup that is now o'erflowing , To grace your revels when I'm at rest ; Never , O ! never , its balm bestowing On lips that beauty hath seldom blest . But ...
... thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song . Take this cup that is now o'erflowing , To grace your revels when I'm at rest ; Never , O ! never , its balm bestowing On lips that beauty hath seldom blest . But ...
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... thought it unwise to repine at my lot , Or to bear with cold looks on the shore ; So I pack'd up the trifling remnants I'd got , And a trifle , alas ! was my store . A handkerchief held all the treasure I had , Which over my shoulder I ...
... thought it unwise to repine at my lot , Or to bear with cold looks on the shore ; So I pack'd up the trifling remnants I'd got , And a trifle , alas ! was my store . A handkerchief held all the treasure I had , Which over my shoulder I ...
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... thought brings to mind my once happy estate , I sigh , as I tug at the oar . Hard , hard is my fate ! -Oh , how galling my chain ! My life's steer'd by Misery's chart ; And tho ' gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain , Tears gush forth ...
... thought brings to mind my once happy estate , I sigh , as I tug at the oar . Hard , hard is my fate ! -Oh , how galling my chain ! My life's steer'd by Misery's chart ; And tho ' gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain , Tears gush forth ...
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Scottish songs. Now forlorn and broken - hearted , And with frenzied thoughts beset , On that spot where last we parted , On that spot where first we met , Still I sing my love - lorn ditty , Still I slowly pace the plain ; While each ...
Scottish songs. Now forlorn and broken - hearted , And with frenzied thoughts beset , On that spot where last we parted , On that spot where first we met , Still I sing my love - lorn ditty , Still I slowly pace the plain ; While each ...
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... proposal which one would have thought too horrid to be allowed for a single moment , even in the deepest retirement , in the darkest recesses of the most depraved heart ? " NOBODY . IF to force me to sing it be 14 ENGLISH SONGS .
... proposal which one would have thought too horrid to be allowed for a single moment , even in the deepest retirement , in the darkest recesses of the most depraved heart ? " NOBODY . IF to force me to sing it be 14 ENGLISH SONGS .
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ADIEU Arethusa Ballyporeen bay of Biscay beam beauty bless blest blooming blow bosom boys brave breast breath bright charms cheek cheer cold cottage Crazy Jane cried dear death delight Derry e'er Erin Erin go Bragh ev'ry fair Farewell fate father father Murphy flowers fond frae girl glory go Bragh grave grief happy Hark heart Hearts of oak Heav'n hope Kate Kearney Killarney kiss lads lass life's lov'd love's lover maid mild ale mirth Molly Malone morning mourn ne'er Neddy never night Norah o'er Paddy pity pleasure poor pow'r Robin Adair Robin Gray rose round Rule Britannia sail says shore sigh sigh'd sing smile soft soldier song sorrow soul sprig of shillelah storms sung sweet sweetly tear tell thee there's thine thou thro TUNE Twas vale wander Whilst whisky wind young youth
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Страница 151 - India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale. Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
Страница 267 - I'll wage thee ! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy ; Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Страница 280 - And You, farewell ! whose merits claim Justly, that highest badge to wear ! Heav'n bless your honor'd, noble name To Masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here, When yearly ye assemble a', One round, I ask it with a tear, To him, the Bard that's far awa'.
Страница 150 - So the sweet lark, high poised in air. Shuts close his pinions to his breast (If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear), And drops at once into her nest.
Страница 151 - O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Страница 277 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Страница 176 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Страница 71 - She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Страница 61 - FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name— She abandons me now — but the page of her story, The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame.
Страница 106 - While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, We for wives or children mourn : Alas ! from hence there's no retreating, Alas ! to them there's no return. Still the leak is gaining on us : Both chain-pumps are choak'd below.