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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... thought I sung , while humm'd the busy bee , And sipp'd the sweets of Flora , roaming free ; Oft have I watch'd within my Father's bower While she extracted sweets from many a flower . Like her I've labour'd to enrich my store , And ...
... thought I sung , while humm'd the busy bee , And sipp'd the sweets of Flora , roaming free ; Oft have I watch'd within my Father's bower While she extracted sweets from many a flower . Like her I've labour'd to enrich my store , And ...
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... thoughts will stray ) , He begs that prudence may direct the joys Of Bacchus , and discard the drunkard's noise , Condemns his wasting in excess whole nights , Squandering his substance ' midst his false delights , And while he chants ...
... thoughts will stray ) , He begs that prudence may direct the joys Of Bacchus , and discard the drunkard's noise , Condemns his wasting in excess whole nights , Squandering his substance ' midst his false delights , And while he chants ...
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... thought supplied ; And while his harp responsive rung , " Twas thus the latest Minstrel sung.- GOD SAVE THE KING , AS SUNG AT THE NORWICH GRAND MUSICAL FESTIVAL , TUESDAY , SEPTEMBER 21 , 1830 . GOD save our gracious King , William ...
... thought supplied ; And while his harp responsive rung , " Twas thus the latest Minstrel sung.- GOD SAVE THE KING , AS SUNG AT THE NORWICH GRAND MUSICAL FESTIVAL , TUESDAY , SEPTEMBER 21 , 1830 . GOD save our gracious King , William ...
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... Beauty's high command . My harp ! my harp ! while o'er thy strings Thy master's faltering fingers move , Once more , within his bosom springs , The mem'ry of his lays of love ; And love is Beauty's dearest theme , Her daily thought 19.
... Beauty's high command . My harp ! my harp ! while o'er thy strings Thy master's faltering fingers move , Once more , within his bosom springs , The mem'ry of his lays of love ; And love is Beauty's dearest theme , Her daily thought 19.
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And love is Beauty's dearest theme , Her daily thought , her nightly dream , Her purest prayers its influence move And soar to Heaven on wings of love . THE WARRIOR . WRITTEN , COMPOSED , AND SUNG AT THE NORWICH MU- SICAL FESTIVAL ...
And love is Beauty's dearest theme , Her daily thought , her nightly dream , Her purest prayers its influence move And soar to Heaven on wings of love . THE WARRIOR . WRITTEN , COMPOSED , AND SUNG AT THE NORWICH MU- SICAL FESTIVAL ...
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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.