The Norwich Minstrel, Containing Several Hundred of the Most Admired and Approved Songs, Interspersed with Select and Original PoetryJ.S. Wells, 1831 - 255 страница |
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... heart most dear , Where Noble Stafford dries the suff'rers tear ; May Jerninghams - may Staffords - ( ' tis my pray'r ) For ages yet to come , be happy there . I'd spin my top , my bag with marbles fill And lose them all on Norwich ...
... heart most dear , Where Noble Stafford dries the suff'rers tear ; May Jerninghams - may Staffords - ( ' tis my pray'r ) For ages yet to come , be happy there . I'd spin my top , my bag with marbles fill And lose them all on Norwich ...
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... heart : Through you , the Minstrel issued from the press , You aided me in sickness and distress : I now present you with my garland gay , May you , well pleased , peruse your Minstrel's lay . With warmest sentiments my bosom swells ...
... heart : Through you , the Minstrel issued from the press , You aided me in sickness and distress : I now present you with my garland gay , May you , well pleased , peruse your Minstrel's lay . With warmest sentiments my bosom swells ...
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... heart's in my glass , Of its love nought can e'er dispossess him , Upstanding , uncovered , round , round let it pass , Here's a health to the King ! God bless him , God bless him , God bless him , Here's a health to the King ! God ...
... heart's in my glass , Of its love nought can e'er dispossess him , Upstanding , uncovered , round , round let it pass , Here's a health to the King ! God bless him , God bless him , God bless him , Here's a health to the King ! God ...
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... heart of a lady , each Briton aspires , His hand will in danger avail her ; Her virtue and beauty he guards and admires , Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor ! Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor ! Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor ! Her ...
... heart of a lady , each Briton aspires , His hand will in danger avail her ; Her virtue and beauty he guards and admires , Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor ! Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor ! Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor ! Her ...
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... heart it loves best , so God bless the King . Here's a health to the King - To the King of the brave ! To the King whom the proudest would perish to save ! Here's a health that will hallow the wine as it flows , To the King of the ...
... heart it loves best , so God bless the King . Here's a health to the King - To the King of the brave ! To the King whom the proudest would perish to save ! Here's a health that will hallow the wine as it flows , To the King of the ...
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Allan Water Arethusa beam beauty billows bless blest bliss bloom blow blue bonnie bosom bower boys brave breast breath bright Britons cake charms cheer cried dark dear e'er England ev'ry fair farewell flowers friendship gallant GLEE glory grief hail hand happy hark harp heart Heaven Here's a health hope hour John Anderson joys King ladies lassie life's light live look'd Lord Byron lov'd lute maid Margate merrily MERRILY WE LIVE merry Minstrel Boy Moore morn ne'er never night Norwich o'er ocean peace pleasure poor poor Jack Queen rest roam roar rose round sail SALLY GRAY Scotland Shamrock shine shore sigh sing smile soft soldier song sorrow soul storm sweet sword tear tell tempests thee thine thou thro toast Tom White true Twas water-cresses waves wife wind wine Zounds
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Страница 67 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak 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 166 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
Страница 2 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Страница 96 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Страница 179 - 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. ' Though battle call me from thy arms Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms William shall to his Dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
Страница 95 - There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine...
Страница 89 - Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray, " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...
Страница 179 - Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind ; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present, wheresoe'er I go.
Страница 178 - 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 18 - The Soldier's Dream. OUR bugles sang truce ; for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.