English Verses Set to Hindu Music: In Honor of His Royal Highness the Prince of WalesJ. N. Ghose & Company, 1875 - 156 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 33 筆
第 ix 頁
... heart we bring to thee Is warmer than our Eastern Sun. Rúga - Bhúpakalyána . ( Tála Patatála . ) J. M. TAGORE . F I 1 ان ♡ E E E D D E G E E D Hail noble Prince ! all hail to thee ! T || A C D C D E E D C D E With joy- ous voice we wel ...
... heart we bring to thee Is warmer than our Eastern Sun. Rúga - Bhúpakalyána . ( Tála Patatála . ) J. M. TAGORE . F I 1 ان ♡ E E E D D E G E E D Hail noble Prince ! all hail to thee ! T || A C D C D E E D C D E With joy- ous voice we wel ...
第 x 頁
... В A B A G tho ' our strains may halt- ing run E E loy- al heart C D E The E G G D we bring to thee 1 . C A G E G E E D C Is warm- er than our East- ern O sun . OO Welcome Song . Hail noble Prince ! all hail to b ENGLISH VERSES ,
... В A B A G tho ' our strains may halt- ing run E E loy- al heart C D E The E G G D we bring to thee 1 . C A G E G E E D C Is warm- er than our East- ern O sun . OO Welcome Song . Hail noble Prince ! all hail to b ENGLISH VERSES ,
第 xii 頁
... Wales Sourindro Mohun Tagore. d ENGLISH VERSES SET TO HINDU MUSIC . And tho ' our strains may halt- ing run The loy . al heart we bring to thee Is warm- er than our East- ern sun . ENGLISH VERSES , SET TO HINDU MUSIC . GOD BLESS.
... Wales Sourindro Mohun Tagore. d ENGLISH VERSES SET TO HINDU MUSIC . And tho ' our strains may halt- ing run The loy . al heart we bring to thee Is warm- er than our East- ern sun . ENGLISH VERSES , SET TO HINDU MUSIC . GOD BLESS.
第 1 頁
... heart and voice awaken Those ministrel strains of yore , Till Britain's name and glory Resound from shore to shore . Should hostile bands or danger E'er threaten our fair isle , May God's strong arm protect us , May heaven still on us ...
... heart and voice awaken Those ministrel strains of yore , Till Britain's name and glory Resound from shore to shore . Should hostile bands or danger E'er threaten our fair isle , May God's strong arm protect us , May heaven still on us ...
第 2 頁
... the pray- er re- D C echo , o B C D G F D E F " God bless the Prince of Wales . " o A With 1 A G G A B C heart and voice a- waken A Those G G minis- trel F strains A || G of yore B C and glo- • C to or ཅ ë 2 ENGLISH VERSES ,
... the pray- er re- D C echo , o B C D G F D E F " God bless the Prince of Wales . " o A With 1 A G G A B C heart and voice a- waken A Those G G minis- trel F strains A || G of yore B C and glo- • C to or ཅ ë 2 ENGLISH VERSES ,
常見字詞
battle beating beneath blest bright Canute child cried dance dark death deep dread earth England ENGLISH Excelsior eyes F E F F F F fair fall FATHER field fire flow flower G F E G F G grave green hand happy hath head heard heart heaven HINDU hour isle king land light ling live lone Long Lord loud máttrás morn never night notes o'er Prince Queen reign rest rise round rule saptaca shore sing smile song soul sound spirit star stormy strains sweet ters thee ther thine thou thought thousand victory voice waves ΙΔ
熱門章節
第 55 頁 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
第 56 頁 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
第 37 頁 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
第 112 頁 - FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
第 21 頁 - 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.
第 127 頁 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
第 125 頁 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
第 124 頁 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
第 90 頁 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第 85 頁 - Half buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device — Excelsior!