The British minstrel; A choice collection of modern songs. 2 pt. [in 1 vol. With a general title-leaf The British minstrel, a choice collection of popular songs].1848 |
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... Rose of Lucerne ; or , the Swiss toy - girl 129 Sir John Moore's burial 170 Sling the flowing bowl 46 The almanack maker The anchorsmiths The barefooted friar 178 144 114 The Bay of Biscay , O ! 147 The beautiful maid of the dale 192 ...
... Rose of Lucerne ; or , the Swiss toy - girl 129 Sir John Moore's burial 170 Sling the flowing bowl 46 The almanack maker The anchorsmiths The barefooted friar 178 144 114 The Bay of Biscay , O ! 147 The beautiful maid of the dale 192 ...
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... rose The sailor boy - 187 96 The sailor's tear 79 The Scottish blue - bell 140 The shady hawthorn tree 173 The spell is broken - we must part 153 The spirit of the deep 45 The stage - struck barber 55 The steam cigar 13 The storm 43 The ...
... rose The sailor boy - 187 96 The sailor's tear 79 The Scottish blue - bell 140 The shady hawthorn tree 173 The spell is broken - we must part 153 The spirit of the deep 45 The stage - struck barber 55 The steam cigar 13 The storm 43 The ...
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... roses , In you let the minions of luxury rove : Restore me the rocks where the snow - flake reposes , For still they are sacred to freedom and love . Yet , Caledonia , dear are thy mountains , Round their white summits though elements ...
... roses , In you let the minions of luxury rove : Restore me the rocks where the snow - flake reposes , For still they are sacred to freedom and love . Yet , Caledonia , dear are thy mountains , Round their white summits though elements ...
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... where the dew beads repose , Enshrin'd amid odours and light , Has fann'd the sweet cheek of the blush beaming rose , Till it sheds all around its delight ; The buds that have peep'd from their emerald lids , 42 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
... where the dew beads repose , Enshrin'd amid odours and light , Has fann'd the sweet cheek of the blush beaming rose , Till it sheds all around its delight ; The buds that have peep'd from their emerald lids , 42 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
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... roses , And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers and a kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle , A gown made of the finest wool , Which from the pretty lambs we pull , Fair lin'd slippers for the cold , With buckles of ...
... roses , And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers and a kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle , A gown made of the finest wool , Which from the pretty lambs we pull , Fair lin'd slippers for the cold , With buckles of ...
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Allan water auld lang syne beauty bells black crows boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom bowl boys brave bright charms cheer countreman cried dance dear delight drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair farewell flower fond frae girl give green happy Hark hear heart Holborn John pie kiss lads lal lal lal land lass life's live love thee maid merrily merry Middle-Row Monro and May's morn Music Music-at Duncomb's Music-at Messrs Music-at Wybrow's Music-at Z. T. Purday's ne'er never night nose Numps o'er Old King Cole pleasure poor Rathbone Place Ri too ral Rose Rule Britannia sail sailor shore sigh sing sleep smile Soho Square song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tear tell there's thine thou thought Twas waves weel wife wind wine wish young youth
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Стр. 17 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 62 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 17 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the...
Стр. 189 - As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o
Стр. 173 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Стр. 18 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Стр. 192 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Стр. 107 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Стр. 172 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Стр. 189 - 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...