The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, المجلد 2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xi
... I breathed a last adieu Oh what can compare to the huntsman's One night ' twas at sea in the midst of a storm 108 - 140 - 174 - 265 29 30 52 73 107 112 - 119 131 Our country is our ship d'ye see One night came CONTENTS . xi.
... I breathed a last adieu Oh what can compare to the huntsman's One night ' twas at sea in the midst of a storm 108 - 140 - 174 - 265 29 30 52 73 107 112 - 119 131 Our country is our ship d'ye see One night came CONTENTS . xi.
الصفحة xiii
... Twas summer and softly the breezes were blowing " Twas Paddy O'Flannagan set out one morning ' Twas at the town of nate Clogheen There's an isle clasp'd by waves This bleak and chilly morning The gray eye of morning was dear to my youth ...
... Twas summer and softly the breezes were blowing " Twas Paddy O'Flannagan set out one morning ' Twas at the town of nate Clogheen There's an isle clasp'd by waves This bleak and chilly morning The gray eye of morning was dear to my youth ...
الصفحة xiv
... Twas you , sir , ' twas you sir - - 155 164 168 170 173 176 177 181 186 187 The glasses sparkle on the board 193 The wealthy fool with gold in store 201 The sky with clouds was overcast There was a merry widow , and she was very fat 209 ...
... Twas you , sir , ' twas you sir - - 155 164 168 170 173 176 177 181 186 187 The glasses sparkle on the board 193 The wealthy fool with gold in store 201 The sky with clouds was overcast There was a merry widow , and she was very fat 209 ...
الصفحة 34
... TWAS autumn , and round me the leaves were descend- ing , And lonely the woodpecker peck'd on the tree , Whilst thousands their freedom and rights were de- fending The din of their arms sounded dismal to me ; For Sandy , my love , was ...
... TWAS autumn , and round me the leaves were descend- ing , And lonely the woodpecker peck'd on the tree , Whilst thousands their freedom and rights were de- fending The din of their arms sounded dismal to me ; For Sandy , my love , was ...
الصفحة 36
... Twas for us and our children , to conquer or die , Undaunted they stood , where the war - storm burst o'er them ; Each blade drew a thunderbolt down from the sky , Till the foeman turn'd pale , and was wither'd before them . Then from ...
... Twas for us and our children , to conquer or die , Undaunted they stood , where the war - storm burst o'er them ; Each blade drew a thunderbolt down from the sky , Till the foeman turn'd pale , and was wither'd before them . Then from ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
adieu arms auld lang syne Balloch banners Bay of Biscay blow blue bonnie lassie bosom bottle boys brave braw John breast knots bright Charlie charms cheek cheer cried dear Derry Dicky drink drum e'er ev'ry fair fame fear fight flowers Fol de riddle frae gallant girl glass glory grave heart Heaven Heigho Highland horn Jack John Anderson Kentucky kiss laddie lady land lass Lochinvar maid merrily merry morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy pibroch poor riddle lol roar Rob Roy Macgregor rose round Roy's wife sail sailor Sally Brown Scotland shellelagh shore sigh sing smile sodger soldier SONGS soon soul sound sprig Star-spangled Banner sure sweet tear tell thee thine thou thro trepan Troubadour true TUNE Twas wave wind wwwwwww Yankee young young Jessie
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 73 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
الصفحة 29 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, 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 171 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
الصفحة 21 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
الصفحة 175 - 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 30 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
الصفحة 268 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
الصفحة 26 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
الصفحة 75 - 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' monie a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu' tender; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder; But oh!