Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National AirsW. B. Gilley, 1825 - 300 strán (strany) |
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... Farewell - but whenever you welcome the hour Fly not yet , ' tis just the hour Forget not the field where they perish'd 105 124 73 88 18 101 Go where glory waits thee 13 Has sorrow thy young days shaded 76 Here we dwell in holiest ...
... Farewell - but whenever you welcome the hour Fly not yet , ' tis just the hour Forget not the field where they perish'd 105 124 73 88 18 101 Go where glory waits thee 13 Has sorrow thy young days shaded 76 Here we dwell in holiest ...
Strana ii
... Farewell - but whenever you welcome the hour 73 Fill the bumper fair 88 Fly not yet , ' tis just the hour 18 Forget not the field where they perish'd 101 Go where glory waits thee 13 Has sorrow thy young days shaded 76 Here we dwell in ...
... Farewell - but whenever you welcome the hour 73 Fill the bumper fair 88 Fly not yet , ' tis just the hour 18 Forget not the field where they perish'd 101 Go where glory waits thee 13 Has sorrow thy young days shaded 76 Here we dwell in ...
Strana viii
... Farewell , Theresa , that cloud which over 207 Flow on , thou shining river 172 Gaily sounds the castanet 184 Go now , and dream o'er that joy in thy slumber Go then - ' tis vain to hover 206 196 Hear me but once , while o'er the grave ...
... Farewell , Theresa , that cloud which over 207 Flow on , thou shining river 172 Gaily sounds the castanet 184 Go now , and dream o'er that joy in thy slumber Go then - ' tis vain to hover 206 196 Hear me but once , while o'er the grave ...
Strana x
... Farewell - farewell to thee , Araby's daughter 260 Fly to the desert , fly with me 256 From Chindara's warbling fount I come 258 From life without freedom 220 Girl , dost thou know me 262 Hark , the vesper hymn is stealing 281 Here is ...
... Farewell - farewell to thee , Araby's daughter 260 Fly to the desert , fly with me 256 From Chindara's warbling fount I come 258 From life without freedom 220 Girl , dost thou know me 262 Hark , the vesper hymn is stealing 281 Here is ...
Strana 67
... farewell of drinking Should be like the farewell of light . You saw how he finish'd , by darting His beams o'er a deep billow's brim— So fill up , let's shine at our parting , In full liquid glory , like him . And oh ! may our life's ...
... farewell of drinking Should be like the farewell of light . You saw how he finish'd , by darting His beams o'er a deep billow's brim— So fill up , let's shine at our parting , In full liquid glory , like him . And oh ! may our life's ...
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Air-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty Behold the sun blest bliss bloom blushes bosom bower bowl breath bright brow castanet chain charm cloud cold dark daylight dies dear dream e'en e'er earth Erin ev'ning ev'ry eyes fade fair Fanny fare thee farewell feel flowers gloom glory golden Golden Bay gondolier gone harp hast hath heart heaven hope hour hudhud Irish isle JAMES DILL lapwing Lesbia light lips look look'd Lord lov'd Love bound Love-knots Love's lover lute maid Minstrel Boy moonlight morning mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er once remember roses round Saint scribble-hy shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit spring sprite star summer sweet tears tell there's thine thou art thought thro to-night Twas Twill warm wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Strana 83 - Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
Strana 46 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh ! I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
Strana 122 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Strana i - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strana 27 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Strana 232 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm...
Strana 126 - SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! JEIIOVAH has triumph'd, — his people are free. Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting ! the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave-. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! JEHOVAH has triumph'd — his people are free.
Strana 126 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Strana 122 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Strana 257 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.