The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 276 páginas |
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... Follow , follow over Mountain For England and the Queen ... Foretop Morality .... For her Sailor braves the Deep GENTLE youth , ah ! tell me why .. Give me the sweet Delights ... Give me a Face Good Morning Good Night Go , gentle Breeze ...
... Follow , follow over Mountain For England and the Queen ... Foretop Morality .... For her Sailor braves the Deep GENTLE youth , ah ! tell me why .. Give me the sweet Delights ... Give me a Face Good Morning Good Night Go , gentle Breeze ...
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... follow thee I love you I mourn thee , but I love no more I never loved but thee In Days of Old In that happy , happy Time I only ask a Home with thee I see again my happy Home .. Is there Truth in Fairy Spells ? It is the happy Summer ...
... follow thee I love you I mourn thee , but I love no more I never loved but thee In Days of Old In that happy , happy Time I only ask a Home with thee I see again my happy Home .. Is there Truth in Fairy Spells ? It is the happy Summer ...
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... follow him ..... Scenes that are brightest She never told her Love She is far from the Land She came to us in Summer - time Sister , since I met thee last Silent River Slumber , dearest , sweetly slumber Song of the Bell .. Sorrowful ...
... follow him ..... Scenes that are brightest She never told her Love She is far from the Land She came to us in Summer - time Sister , since I met thee last Silent River Slumber , dearest , sweetly slumber Song of the Bell .. Sorrowful ...
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... follow some wild river , On whose breast no sail may be ; Dark woods around it shiver- I dream of all things free ! Of a happy forest child , With the fawns and flowers at play ; Of an Indian midst the wild , With the stars to guide his ...
... follow some wild river , On whose breast no sail may be ; Dark woods around it shiver- I dream of all things free ! Of a happy forest child , With the fawns and flowers at play ; Of an Indian midst the wild , With the stars to guide his ...
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... follow love , if that could be , I needs must follow death , who calls for me , Call and I follow , I follow , let me die . I WANDER BY MY DEAR ONE'S DOOR EACH NIGHT . B. S. MONTGOMERY . ] [ Music by J. L. HATTON . I WANDER by my dear ...
... follow love , if that could be , I needs must follow death , who calls for me , Call and I follow , I follow , let me die . I WANDER BY MY DEAR ONE'S DOOR EACH NIGHT . B. S. MONTGOMERY . ] [ Music by J. L. HATTON . I WANDER by my dear ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ALFRED BUNN beam beauty bird bower boys brave breathe breeze bright calm CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheek cheer cried dear dearest dream dwell e'er echoes ELIZA COOK England ev'ry fair fairy fairy bell flowers fond FRANZ ABT G. F. HANDEL gallant gentle gipsy girl golden gone grief happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate hope Hugo J. E. CARPENTER Jack lady land laughing eye light live LORD BYRON lov'd love thee love's maid maiden merrily merry MOORE morning Music by W. V. ne'er never night o'er pleasure plum-pudding roam rose round sail sailor SAILOR'S LADY SAMUEL LOVER shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul star summer sweet tears tell there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought tree true Twas voice vows W. V. WALLACE wander waves weep whistle wind wings young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 105 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking...
Página 139 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Página 37 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Página 152 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Página 102 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 38 - And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
Página 102 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 88 - THE MARINER'S DREAM IN slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay; His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind; But watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away, And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind. He...
Página 188 - Had promised to link the last tie before noon ; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen The maiden herself will steal after it soon. As she look'd in...
Página 61 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...