The New Standard Song BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 276 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 10
... hath smiled and parted Oft since then your fond farewell was said ; O'er the green turf of the gentle - hearted Summer's hand the rose - leaves may have shed , Oft again ! Or if still around my heart ye linger , Yes , sweet voices ...
... hath smiled and parted Oft since then your fond farewell was said ; O'er the green turf of the gentle - hearted Summer's hand the rose - leaves may have shed , Oft again ! Or if still around my heart ye linger , Yes , sweet voices ...
الصفحة 11
... hath fled , Yet this true heart will ne'er repine ; No cause have I my fate to dread , Since honour's star doth o'er me shine . Bereft of her whom I adored , No charms would life now have for me , The world could nought but woe afford ...
... hath fled , Yet this true heart will ne'er repine ; No cause have I my fate to dread , Since honour's star doth o'er me shine . Bereft of her whom I adored , No charms would life now have for me , The world could nought but woe afford ...
الصفحة 24
... Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy . Oh ! woman's heart was made For minstrel's hands alone ; By other fingers play'd It yields not half the tone . Then here's to her who long Hath wak'd the ...
... Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy . Oh ! woman's heart was made For minstrel's hands alone ; By other fingers play'd It yields not half the tone . Then here's to her who long Hath wak'd the ...
الصفحة 25
... Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy ! THE WANDERING GIPSY . J. E. CARPENTER . ] [ Music by H. BRINLEY RICHARDS . OH ! ask me not with thee to dwell , Within the city's crowded space , My ...
... Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy ! THE WANDERING GIPSY . J. E. CARPENTER . ] [ Music by H. BRINLEY RICHARDS . OH ! ask me not with thee to dwell , Within the city's crowded space , My ...
الصفحة 29
... hath known , Be about thee shed ! So we give thee to the earth , And the primrose shall have birth O'er thy gentle head ; Thou , that like a dewdrop borne On a sudden breeze of morn , Brightly thou hast fled ! E. COGLE . ] THE OLD FARM ...
... hath known , Be about thee shed ! So we give thee to the earth , And the primrose shall have birth O'er thy gentle head ; Thou , that like a dewdrop borne On a sudden breeze of morn , Brightly thou hast fled ! E. COGLE . ] THE OLD FARM ...
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ALFRED BUNN beam beauty bird bower boys brave breathe breeze bright calm CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheek cheer cried dear dearest dream dwell e'er echoes ELIZA COOK England ev'ry fair fairy fairy bell flowers fond FRANZ ABT G. F. HANDEL gallant gentle gipsy girl golden gone grief happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate hope Hugo J. E. CARPENTER Jack lady land laughing eye light live LORD BYRON lov'd love thee love's maid maiden merrily merry MOORE morning Music by W. V. ne'er never night o'er pleasure plum-pudding roam rose round sail sailor SAILOR'S LADY SAMUEL LOVER shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul star summer sweet tears tell there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought tree true Twas voice vows W. V. WALLACE wander waves weep whistle wind wings young youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 105 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking...
الصفحة 139 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
الصفحة 37 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
الصفحة 152 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
الصفحة 102 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 38 - And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
الصفحة 102 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 88 - THE MARINER'S DREAM IN slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay; His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind; But watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away, And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind. He...
الصفحة 188 - Had promised to link the last tie before noon ; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen The maiden herself will steal after it soon. As she look'd in...
الصفحة 61 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...