The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, 第 2 卷Gaylord, 1835 - 312 頁 |
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... sounds 172 He comes from the wars from the red field of fight 172 How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay 177 Hark ! the goddess Diana Here's a health to all good lasses Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen How bright are the ...
... sounds 172 He comes from the wars from the red field of fight 172 How happy's the soldier who lives on his pay 177 Hark ! the goddess Diana Here's a health to all good lasses Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen How bright are the ...
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... Sound Pibroch sound , on each flame - litghed scaur Silent , Oh Moyle , be the roar of thy water Swift from the covert the merry pack fled Stand to your guns my hearts of oak Sound the alarm ! the foe is come See our oars with feather'd ...
... Sound Pibroch sound , on each flame - litghed scaur Silent , Oh Moyle , be the roar of thy water Swift from the covert the merry pack fled Stand to your guns my hearts of oak Sound the alarm ! the foe is come See our oars with feather'd ...
第 xiv 頁
... strays my muleteer 300 301 They bore him from his barren shore The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day 305 307 ' Twas a trumpet's pealing sound 308 Unkennet , uncouple the hounds Upon the hill he turned xiv CONTENTS .
... strays my muleteer 300 301 They bore him from his barren shore The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day 305 307 ' Twas a trumpet's pealing sound 308 Unkennet , uncouple the hounds Upon the hill he turned xiv CONTENTS .
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... sound , Let no rotten parts in our building be found ; For our roof we will raise and our song still shall be , Our government firm and our citizens free . Now hand up the girders , lay each in its place , Between them the joists must ...
... sound , Let no rotten parts in our building be found ; For our roof we will raise and our song still shall be , Our government firm and our citizens free . Now hand up the girders , lay each in its place , Between them the joists must ...
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... sound , And hill and vale in the anthem rejoice . wwwwana COLUMBIAN INDEPENDENCE . WAKE , Columbia ! wake the lyre , Touch the silver chords with fire ; Bid the holy flames arise , Mounting swiftly to the skies ; Music sweet , and music ...
... sound , And hill and vale in the anthem rejoice . wwwwana COLUMBIAN INDEPENDENCE . WAKE , Columbia ! wake the lyre , Touch the silver chords with fire ; Bid the holy flames arise , Mounting swiftly to the skies ; Music sweet , and music ...
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第 73 頁 - 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.
第 29 頁 - 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?
第 171 頁 - 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.
第 21 頁 - 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.
第 175 頁 - 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.
第 30 頁 - 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.
第 268 頁 - 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...
第 26 頁 - 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.
第 75 頁 - 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!