The New-England Pocket Songster: A Choice Collection of Popular Songs, New and OldClaremont Manufacturing Company, 1846 - 160 страница |
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... sweet enchanter of the grove 28 32 • 9 151 · 46 142 61 114 54 The moon had climb'd the highest hill The lawland lads think they are fine The turf shall be my fragrant shrine The sun sets at night , and the stars , & c . The shepherds ...
... sweet enchanter of the grove 28 32 • 9 151 · 46 142 61 114 54 The moon had climb'd the highest hill The lawland lads think they are fine The turf shall be my fragrant shrine The sun sets at night , and the stars , & c . The shepherds ...
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... sweet May day ' Twas at the town of nate Clogheen ' Twas past meridian , half past four 1 · 119 81 91 11 • • 63 • . 102 • 113 · 44 · 31 • • 11 159 74 69 · • . 108 132 Wake , Columbia wake the lyre Wake , maid of Lorn , the moments fly ...
... sweet May day ' Twas at the town of nate Clogheen ' Twas past meridian , half past four 1 · 119 81 91 11 • • 63 • . 102 • 113 · 44 · 31 • • 11 159 74 69 · • . 108 132 Wake , Columbia wake the lyre Wake , maid of Lorn , the moments fly ...
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... sweet Her day of luxury stor'd , She o'er her Saviour's hallow'd feet The precious perfume pour'd , - And wip'd them with that golden hair , Where once the diamond shone , Tho ' now those gems of grief were there , Which shine for God ...
... sweet Her day of luxury stor'd , She o'er her Saviour's hallow'd feet The precious perfume pour'd , - And wip'd them with that golden hair , Where once the diamond shone , Tho ' now those gems of grief were there , Which shine for God ...
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... Sweet soother of my toil ; Peace dwells within her bosom , And pleasure lights her smile . Her eyes , of mildest lustre , A placid mind disclose ; Her cheeks in beauty rival The blushes of the rose . When o'er the fading landscape The ...
... Sweet soother of my toil ; Peace dwells within her bosom , And pleasure lights her smile . Her eyes , of mildest lustre , A placid mind disclose ; Her cheeks in beauty rival The blushes of the rose . When o'er the fading landscape The ...
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... ( Sweet raptures of the mind ! ) Till on the banks of Ganges flood , In a tall ancient grove I stood , For sacred use design'd , Hard by , a venerable priest , Risen with his god , the Sun , from rest , A woke his morning song ! Thrice he ...
... ( Sweet raptures of the mind ! ) Till on the banks of Ganges flood , In a tall ancient grove I stood , For sacred use design'd , Hard by , a venerable priest , Risen with his god , the Sun , from rest , A woke his morning song ! Thrice he ...
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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...