The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 276 páginas |
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... meets his readers with the eighth volume of the Series popularly known as " Routledge's Song Books . " A separate title has been adopted for each volume , for trade purposes , but no song has been re- peated ; so that while each ...
... meets his readers with the eighth volume of the Series popularly known as " Routledge's Song Books . " A separate title has been adopted for each volume , for trade purposes , but no song has been re- peated ; so that while each ...
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... meet ? ....... When Time was entwining When the Wind is blowing free When Woman plights her Troth When shall we three meet While up the Shrouds While Woman like soft Music Who gave thee that jolly Red Nose ? Why throbs this Heart Who ...
... meet ? ....... When Time was entwining When the Wind is blowing free When Woman plights her Troth When shall we three meet While up the Shrouds While Woman like soft Music Who gave thee that jolly Red Nose ? Why throbs this Heart Who ...
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... meet , Fill high to him that's far away . Long be the flame of memory found Alive within your social glass : Let that be still the magic round O'er which oblivion dares not pass ! THE DREAM OF ST . AGNES ' EVE . J. E. CARPENTER ...
... meet , Fill high to him that's far away . Long be the flame of memory found Alive within your social glass : Let that be still the magic round O'er which oblivion dares not pass ! THE DREAM OF ST . AGNES ' EVE . J. E. CARPENTER ...
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... meet . Though ev'ry transient hope hath fled , Yet this true heart will ne'er repine ; No cause have I my fate to dread , Since honour's star doth o'er me shine . Bereft of her whom I adored , No charms would life now have for me , The ...
... meet . Though ev'ry transient hope hath fled , Yet this true heart will ne'er repine ; No cause have I my fate to dread , Since honour's star doth o'er me shine . Bereft of her whom I adored , No charms would life now have for me , The ...
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... meets a priest in proud array ; " Ho ! ho father mine , you're ill I see , But I for the nonce your leech will be ; " The monk lik'd it not ; the monk said " No , " But Robin he swore it should be so . And now he must rise at break of ...
... meets a priest in proud array ; " Ho ! ho father mine , you're ill I see , But I for the nonce your leech will be ; " The monk lik'd it not ; the monk said " No , " But Robin he swore it should be so . And now he must rise at break of ...
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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...