The New-England Pocket Songster: A Choice Collection of Popular Songs, New and OldClaremont Manufacturing Company, 1846 - 160 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة iii
... Blow high , blow low , let trumpets , & c . Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn But are you sure the news is true ? Cease , rude Boreas , blust'ring railer Columbian tars are hearts of oak Come , come , bonnie lassie , & c . Come ...
... Blow high , blow low , let trumpets , & c . Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn But are you sure the news is true ? Cease , rude Boreas , blust'ring railer Columbian tars are hearts of oak Come , come , bonnie lassie , & c . Come ...
الصفحة 16
... blowing ; There sat what might the goddess seem Of the waves beneath her flowing ; But no a mortal fair was she , Surpassing a ' beside , And youths speir'd her choice to be- Sweet Kitty o ' the Clyde . I saw the boatman spread a sail ...
... blowing ; There sat what might the goddess seem Of the waves beneath her flowing ; But no a mortal fair was she , Surpassing a ' beside , And youths speir'd her choice to be- Sweet Kitty o ' the Clyde . I saw the boatman spread a sail ...
الصفحة 42
... blow the shrill bugle , the loud drum awaken , The dread rifle seize , let the cannon deep roar ; No heart with pale fear , or faint doubtings be shaken , No slave's hostile foot leave a print on our shore ; Shall mothers , wives ...
... blow the shrill bugle , the loud drum awaken , The dread rifle seize , let the cannon deep roar ; No heart with pale fear , or faint doubtings be shaken , No slave's hostile foot leave a print on our shore ; Shall mothers , wives ...
الصفحة 50
... blow ; Menteith and Breadalbane , then , Echo his praise agen , " Roderigh Vich Alpine Dhu , ho ! ieroe ! " Proudly our pibroch has thrill'd in Glen Fruin , And Banochar's groans to our slogan replied , Glen Luss and Ross Dhu , they are ...
... blow ; Menteith and Breadalbane , then , Echo his praise agen , " Roderigh Vich Alpine Dhu , ho ! ieroe ! " Proudly our pibroch has thrill'd in Glen Fruin , And Banochar's groans to our slogan replied , Glen Luss and Ross Dhu , they are ...
الصفحة 61
... blow ! Let us do or die ! ALL'S WELL . - By Dibdin . DESERTED by the waning moon , When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon , On tower , fort , or tented ground , The sentry walks his lonely round , The sentry walks NEW - ENGLAND ...
... blow ! Let us do or die ! ALL'S WELL . - By Dibdin . DESERTED by the waning moon , When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon , On tower , fort , or tented ground , The sentry walks his lonely round , The sentry walks NEW - ENGLAND ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
auld lang syne Balloch Bay of Biscay beauty blest bloom bonnets of blue bonny lassie bosom bower boys braes brave breast bright cheer Cheerily oh crazy Jane crew cried dear death e'er Erin go bragh fair flowers Fol lol fond frae friends hand happy hast hear heart Hearts of oak Heaven highland laddie John Anderson Kentucky lady land Largo Bay lass lassie lawland liberty lov'd maid marries little Mary Merrily oh Morgiana Mullinavat ne'er never night niversity of Gottingen o'er Paddy Carey Patty peace pleasure poor rare Who marries remember rose round Roy's wife sailor shore sigh sing smile soldier soul star Star-spangled Banner storm sweet tear tell thee There's nae luck thou thought thro tree turn those eyes twas twine wave Wearily oh weep whistle wife of Aldivalloch Yankee Doodle youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 76 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there: O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
الصفحة 122 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
الصفحة 123 - I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
الصفحة 20 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
الصفحة 95 - 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 he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
الصفحة 76 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...
الصفحة 123 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.
الصفحة 95 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
الصفحة 81 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
الصفحة 22 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...