The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, 第 2 卷Gaylord, 1835 - 312 頁 |
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... the goddess Diana Here's a health to all good lasses Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen How bright are the joys of the table - 186 - 191 197 - 197 Here Bacchus , here's to thee How sweet are the 1 * CONTENTS . ix.
... the goddess Diana Here's a health to all good lasses Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen How bright are the joys of the table - 186 - 191 197 - 197 Here Bacchus , here's to thee How sweet are the 1 * CONTENTS . ix.
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... merry pack fled Stand to your guns my hearts of oak Sound the alarm ! the foe is come See our oars with feather'd spray Sleep gentle lady - 1 1 : Sweet the hour when freed from labor See yonder cornfield xii CONTENTS .
... merry pack fled Stand to your guns my hearts of oak Sound the alarm ! the foe is come See our oars with feather'd spray Sleep gentle lady - 1 1 : Sweet the hour when freed from labor See yonder cornfield xii CONTENTS .
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A Collection of Popular Songs. Sweet the hour when freed from labor See yonder cornfield Said a Fox to a Goose She is far from the land where her young hero Soon as the sun his early ray She walks in beauty like the night 183 184 225 271 ...
A Collection of Popular Songs. Sweet the hour when freed from labor See yonder cornfield Said a Fox to a Goose She is far from the land where her young hero Soon as the sun his early ray She walks in beauty like the night 183 184 225 271 ...
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... sweet , and music strong . Rouse the soul with lyric song . Goddess of this western clime , Tune thy notes to joys sublime ! Rapt in glory's brightest blaze , Gallant heroes proudly raise Shouts of triumph , sounding far , Louder than ...
... sweet , and music strong . Rouse the soul with lyric song . Goddess of this western clime , Tune thy notes to joys sublime ! Rapt in glory's brightest blaze , Gallant heroes proudly raise Shouts of triumph , sounding far , Louder than ...
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... sweet upon its thorny tree , And my fause lover staw my rose , But ah ! he left the thorn wi ' me . wwwwwww ROY'S WIFE . Roy's wife of Aldivalloch , Roy's wife of Aldivalloch ; Wat ye how she cheated me , As I came o'er the braes of ...
... sweet upon its thorny tree , And my fause lover staw my rose , But ah ! he left the thorn wi ' me . wwwwwww ROY'S WIFE . Roy's wife of Aldivalloch , Roy's wife of Aldivalloch ; Wat ye how she cheated me , As I came o'er the braes of ...
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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!