The New-England Pocket Songster: A Choice Collection of Popular Songs, New and OldClaremont Manufacturing Company, 1846 - 160 страница |
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... hope , and what fear , I endure for my beautiful maid . In vain 1 seek pleasure to lighten my grief , Or quit the gay - throng , for the shade ; Nor retirement nor solitude yield me relief , When away from my beautiful maid . MY HEART ...
... hope , and what fear , I endure for my beautiful maid . In vain 1 seek pleasure to lighten my grief , Or quit the gay - throng , for the shade ; Nor retirement nor solitude yield me relief , When away from my beautiful maid . MY HEART ...
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... she na scornfu ' looks on me , And joy may yet betide , For hope dares flatter mine may be Sweet Kitty o ' the Clyde . THE MARINER'S WIFE . - By W. J. Mickle . 16 NEW - ENGLAND SONGSTER . A boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream ·
... she na scornfu ' looks on me , And joy may yet betide , For hope dares flatter mine may be Sweet Kitty o ' the Clyde . THE MARINER'S WIFE . - By W. J. Mickle . 16 NEW - ENGLAND SONGSTER . A boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream ·
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... hope is destroy'd , A captive , alas ! on the sea : I was ta'en by the foe , ' twas the fiat of fate , To tear me from her I adore- When thought brings to mind my once happy state , I sigh , O I sigh , as I tug at the oar . Hard , hard ...
... hope is destroy'd , A captive , alas ! on the sea : I was ta'en by the foe , ' twas the fiat of fate , To tear me from her I adore- When thought brings to mind my once happy state , I sigh , O I sigh , as I tug at the oar . Hard , hard ...
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... hope , that soon shall fears remove- We bid thee break the bonds of rest , And wake thee at the call of love . Wake , Edith , wake ! in yonder bay Lies many a galley gaily mann'd ; We hear the merry pibrochs play , We see the streamer's ...
... hope , that soon shall fears remove- We bid thee break the bonds of rest , And wake thee at the call of love . Wake , Edith , wake ! in yonder bay Lies many a galley gaily mann'd ; We hear the merry pibrochs play , We see the streamer's ...
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... hope's anchor is lost . Morgiana , thou art my dearest , For thee I have languish'd and griev'd ! And when hope to my bosom was nearest , How oft has that hope been deceiv'd . Morgiana , my hope was deceiv'd . The storm of despair has ...
... hope's anchor is lost . Morgiana , thou art my dearest , For thee I have languish'd and griev'd ! And when hope to my bosom was nearest , How oft has that hope been deceiv'd . Morgiana , my hope was deceiv'd . The storm of despair has ...
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auld lang syne Balloch Bay of Biscay beauty blest bloom bonnets of blue bonny lassie bosom bower boys braes brave breast bright cheer Cheerily oh crazy Jane crew cried dear death e'er Erin go bragh fair flowers Fol lol fond frae friends hand happy hast hear heart Hearts of oak Heaven highland laddie John Anderson Kentucky lady land Largo Bay lass lassie lawland liberty lov'd maid marries little Mary Merrily oh Morgiana Mullinavat ne'er never night niversity of Gottingen o'er Paddy Carey Patty peace pleasure poor rare Who marries remember rose round Roy's wife sailor shore sigh sing smile soldier soul star Star-spangled Banner storm sweet tear tell thee There's nae luck thou thought thro tree turn those eyes twas twine wave Wearily oh weep whistle wife of Aldivalloch Yankee Doodle youth
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Страница 76 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there: O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Страница 122 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Страница 123 - I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Страница 20 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Страница 95 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Страница 76 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...
Страница 123 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.
Страница 95 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Страница 81 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Страница 22 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...