The Royal Minstrel: Or, Melodist's Pocket Songster; a Choice Collection of Standard and Popular SongsJ.S. Pratt, 1844 - 320 strán (strany) |
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Strana 26
... dangers dark ca- reer , Be sure the hand most daring there , has wiped away a tear . DEATH OF ABERCROMBIE . ' Twas on the spot in ancient lore oft named , Where Isis and Osiris once held sway , O'er kings who sleep in pyramidic pride ...
... dangers dark ca- reer , Be sure the hand most daring there , has wiped away a tear . DEATH OF ABERCROMBIE . ' Twas on the spot in ancient lore oft named , Where Isis and Osiris once held sway , O'er kings who sleep in pyramidic pride ...
Strana 29
... danger and from toil ; We walk 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 . With merry songs we mock the ...
... danger and from toil ; We walk 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 . With merry songs we mock the ...
Strana 34
... dangers nigh ; The winds and waves in gentle motion , Soothe them with their lullaby . Is the wind tempestuous blowing , Still no danger they descry ; The guileless heart its boon bestowing , Soothes them with their lullaby . THE ...
... dangers nigh ; The winds and waves in gentle motion , Soothe them with their lullaby . Is the wind tempestuous blowing , Still no danger they descry ; The guileless heart its boon bestowing , Soothes them with their lullaby . THE ...
Strana 37
... danger free . He marks some vessel's dusky form , And hears amid the howling storm , The minute gun at sea . Swift on the shore a hardy few The life - boat man with a gallant crew , And dare the dangerous wave : Through the wild surf ...
... danger free . He marks some vessel's dusky form , And hears amid the howling storm , The minute gun at sea . Swift on the shore a hardy few The life - boat man with a gallant crew , And dare the dangerous wave : Through the wild surf ...
Strana 66
... danger past , Nor that we ne'er may meet again ; But while the cheerful can goes round , In every draught is pleasure found ; For then we think , and drink with glee , The sailor's welcome home from sea . Though hard our toil , and ...
... danger past , Nor that we ne'er may meet again ; But while the cheerful can goes round , In every draught is pleasure found ; For then we think , and drink with glee , The sailor's welcome home from sea . Though hard our toil , and ...
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Adieu Bay of Biscay beauty blest blooming blow body kiss bonny bosom brave breast breath bright Brown Bess Captain charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane cried dear delight Derry drink e'er fair flower Fol deriddle lol friends gale gallant girl grog hark heart heaven Heigh Invermay John Anderson jolly kiss lady lark lass lassie life's live lov'd lover maid Mary merry mild ale Miss Rum Molly Malone morn ne'er never night o'er pleasure poor POST CAPTAIN pretty Rag Fair rest thee ring roar rose round Rum tum diddle-um sail sailors shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul storm sure sweet sweetly tears tell there's thou thought tis love Tol de rol true Twas twill vex'd whistle wife wind wine young youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...