The Phono-bretto: (phonograph Libretto) The Indispensible Companion of the Phonograph, and Faithful Interpreter of about Seven Hundred Sung and Spoken Phonograph SelectionsPhono-Bretto Company, 1919 - 416 sider |
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Side 5
... hands could hold no more , Ere our homeward way we took . As the sea shell , when ' tis carried Far away , will sing of home , With as loyal heart and true , So will I where e'er I roam ; Sing the praises of the state Where I first the ...
... hands could hold no more , Ere our homeward way we took . As the sea shell , when ' tis carried Far away , will sing of home , With as loyal heart and true , So will I where e'er I roam ; Sing the praises of the state Where I first the ...
Side 7
... hand was lightly laid . A face look'd out as from the river shore , There stole a tender serenade ! Rang the lover's happy song , Light and low from shore to shore . But ah ! The river flow'd along Between them evermore . Chorus : Come ...
... hand was lightly laid . A face look'd out as from the river shore , There stole a tender serenade ! Rang the lover's happy song , Light and low from shore to shore . But ah ! The river flow'd along Between them evermore . Chorus : Come ...
Side 15
... hand A palm of the dear Bohemian land . The scholar first , with his book - a youth Aflame with the glory of harvested truth , A girl with a picture , a man with a play , A boy with a wolf he has modeled in clay ; A smith with a ...
... hand A palm of the dear Bohemian land . The scholar first , with his book - a youth Aflame with the glory of harvested truth , A girl with a picture , a man with a play , A boy with a wolf he has modeled in clay ; A smith with a ...
Side 19
... hand I thought that it would never land , For it nearly touched the sky . I'm sad ! I'm sad ! I've got a car but out of gasoline . Used by permission , words and music copyright 1915 by Frank K. Root & Co. , Chicago , Ill . Pathe Record ...
... hand I thought that it would never land , For it nearly touched the sky . I'm sad ! I'm sad ! I've got a car but out of gasoline . Used by permission , words and music copyright 1915 by Frank K. Root & Co. , Chicago , Ill . Pathe Record ...
Side 25
... hand to stay ? Tho ' my heart in twain be riven , And I perish in the fray , Tho ' my heart in twain be riven , And I perish in the fray , I fear no foe except the glamour , Of the eyes I long to see , I am here , love , without armour ...
... hand to stay ? Tho ' my heart in twain be riven , And I perish in the fray , Tho ' my heart in twain be riven , And I perish in the fray , I fear no foe except the glamour , Of the eyes I long to see , I am here , love , without armour ...
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Side 392 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?
Side 203 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Side 331 - 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.
Side 367 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Side 157 - She:d come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively.
Side 313 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest — For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Side 234 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Side 138 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Side 219 - To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew.
Side 19 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, " Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast !" I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live...