The Royal Minstrel: Or, Melodist's Pocket Songster; a Choice Collection of Standard and Popular SongsJ.S. Pratt, 1844 - Всего страниц: 320 |
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... eye which eclipses the stars My name's Justice Quorum Behold the Britannia ! how stately First when Maggie was my ... eyes Saint Patrick was a gentleman Loud roared the dreadful thunder 63 .. 64 ib . 65 .. .. 66 .. ib . .. 67 ib . 68 ...
... eye which eclipses the stars My name's Justice Quorum Behold the Britannia ! how stately First when Maggie was my ... eyes Saint Patrick was a gentleman Loud roared the dreadful thunder 63 .. 64 ib . 65 .. .. 66 .. ib . .. 67 ib . 68 ...
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... is in the lone , lone sea PAGE .. 314 .. ib . 316 .. 317 .. My dark hair'd girl 318 .. When Britain first .. ib . .. An eye in the dark glancing beauty 319 THE ROYAL MINSTREL . GOD SAVE THE QUEEN . God 18 CONTENTS .
... is in the lone , lone sea PAGE .. 314 .. ib . 316 .. 317 .. My dark hair'd girl 318 .. When Britain first .. ib . .. An eye in the dark glancing beauty 319 THE ROYAL MINSTREL . GOD SAVE THE QUEEN . God 18 CONTENTS .
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... eyes Are all the 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 ...
... eyes Are all the 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 ...
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... 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.
... 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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... eyes awake , As those which sparkle here . SONG OF MARION'S MEN . Our band is few , but true and tried- Our leader frank and bold ; The foeman trembles in his camp , When Marion's name is told . Our fortress is the good green wood , Our ...
... eyes awake , As those which sparkle here . SONG OF MARION'S MEN . Our band is few , but true and tried- Our leader frank and bold ; The foeman trembles in his camp , When Marion's name is told . Our fortress is the good green wood , Our ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...