The Royal Minstrel: Or, Melodist's Pocket Songster; a Choice Collection of Standard and Popular SongsJ.S. Pratt, 1844 - 320 Seiten |
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... light While pensive I thought on my love Strew , strew , with roses The glasses sparkle on the board Is there a heart that never loved The summer gale that gently blows Drink to me only with thine eyes Saint Patrick was a gentleman Loud ...
... light While pensive I thought on my love Strew , strew , with roses The glasses sparkle on the board Is there a heart that never loved The summer gale that gently blows Drink to me only with thine eyes Saint Patrick was a gentleman Loud ...
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... light I feel ; Whose voice in sweetest melodies , Can love or pardon speak . I bow me to my love's control , Queen of my soul ! Mary , Mary , queen of my soul ! The mountains of my native shore Are cold , and dim and gray ! Ah , linger ...
... light I feel ; Whose voice in sweetest melodies , Can love or pardon speak . I bow me to my love's control , Queen of my soul ! Mary , Mary , queen of my soul ! The mountains of my native shore Are cold , and dim and gray ! Ah , linger ...
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... ' tis just the hour , When pleasure , like the midnight flower , That scorns the eye of vulgar light Begins to bloom for sons of night , And maids who love the moon . ' Twas but to bless those hours of shade That MINSTREL . 27 ly not yet.
... ' tis just the hour , When pleasure , like the midnight flower , That scorns the eye of vulgar light Begins to bloom for sons of night , And maids who love the moon . ' Twas but to bless those hours of shade That MINSTREL . 27 ly not yet.
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... light at midnight , A strange and sudden fear , When waking to their tents on fire , They grasp their arms in vain , And they who stand to face us Are bent to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind , And hear ...
... light at midnight , A strange and sudden fear , When waking to their tents on fire , They grasp their arms in vain , And they who stand to face us Are bent to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind , And hear ...
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... light , The lover's worst deceiver ; Before him now it dances bright , And now ' tis gone for ever . O ! joy is but a passing ray , Lovers ' hearts beguiling ; Teodora A gleam that cheers a winter's day , Just a moment smiling . But ...
... light , The lover's worst deceiver ; Before him now it dances bright , And now ' tis gone for ever . O ! joy is but a passing ray , Lovers ' hearts beguiling ; Teodora A gleam that cheers a winter's day , Just a moment smiling . But ...
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Adieu Bay of Biscay beauty blest blooming blow body kiss bonny bosom brave breast breath bright Brown Bess Captain charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane cried dear delight Derry drink e'er fair flower Fol deriddle lol friends gale gallant girl grog hark heart heaven Heigh Invermay John Anderson jolly kiss lady lark lass lassie life's live lov'd lover maid Mary merry mild ale Miss Rum Molly Malone morn ne'er never night o'er pleasure poor POST CAPTAIN pretty Rag Fair rest thee ring roar rose round Rum tum diddle-um sail sailors shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul storm sure sweet sweetly tears tell there's thou thought tis love Tol de rol true Twas twill vex'd whistle wife wind wine young youth
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Seite 24 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Seite 304 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 28 - OUR band is few but true and tried, Our leader frank and bold ; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told. Our fortress is the good greenwood, Our tent the cypress-tree ; We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea.
Seite 62 - They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Seite 186 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Seite 71 - Of all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Seite 167 - The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands. And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air. Shuts close his pinions to his breast (If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear), And drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.
Seite 63 - They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ?— With silence and tears.
Seite 29 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup.
Seite 304 - 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 hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...