The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, 第 2 卷Gaylord, 1835 - 312 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 46 筆
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... waves dash'd high " Twas autumn and round me the leaves were To the sages who spoke , to the heroes who bled The Hunters of Kentucky The moon was fair , the skies were clear The sun has gone down o'er the lofty Benlomond Tell me are ye ...
... waves dash'd high " Twas autumn and round me the leaves were To the sages who spoke , to the heroes who bled The Hunters of Kentucky The moon was fair , the skies were clear The sun has gone down o'er the lofty Benlomond Tell me are ye ...
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... wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave , When death careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frightened waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , The dying wanderer of the sea Shall look ...
... wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave , When death careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frightened waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , The dying wanderer of the sea Shall look ...
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... waves were white below , No more shall feel the conqueror's tread , Or know the conquered knee ; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea ! Oh better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave ; Her thunders ...
... waves were white below , No more shall feel the conqueror's tread , Or know the conquered knee ; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea ! Oh better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave ; Her thunders ...
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... the land let the sound of it flee ; Let the far and the near all unite with a cheer , In defence of our Liberty Tree . THE PILGRIM FATHERS . THE breaking waves dashed high On 2 NATIONAL SONGS . 25 In a chariot of light from the regions of.
... the land let the sound of it flee ; Let the far and the near all unite with a cheer , In defence of our Liberty Tree . THE PILGRIM FATHERS . THE breaking waves dashed high On 2 NATIONAL SONGS . 25 In a chariot of light from the regions of.
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... wave's foam , And the rocking pines of the forest roared : — This was their welcome home . What sought they thus ... waves dash'd high.
... wave's foam , And the rocking pines of the forest roared : — This was their welcome home . What sought they thus ... waves dash'd high.
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常見字詞
adieu arms auld lang syne Balloch banners Bay of Biscay blow blue bonnie lassie bosom bottle boys brave braw John breast knots bright Charlie charms cheek cheer cried dear Derry Dicky drink drum e'er ev'ry fair fame fear fight flowers Fol de riddle frae gallant girl glass glory grave heart Heaven Heigho Highland horn Jack John Anderson Kentucky kiss laddie lady land lass Lochinvar maid merrily merry morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy pibroch poor riddle lol roar Rob Roy Macgregor rose round Roy's wife sail sailor Sally Brown Scotland shellelagh shore sigh sing smile sodger soldier SONGS soon soul sound sprig Star-spangled Banner sure sweet tear tell thee thine thou thro trepan Troubadour true TUNE Twas wave wind wwwwwww Yankee young young Jessie
熱門章節
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!