The Norwich Minstrel, Containing Several Hundred of the Most Admired and Approved Songs, Interspersed with Select and Original PoetryJ.S. Wells, 1831 - 255 sider |
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... darkness and guided him home . From thee and thy innocent beauty first came The revealings , that taught him true love to adore ,. To feel the bright presence , and turn him with shame From the idols he blindly had knelt to before . O ...
... darkness and guided him home . From thee and thy innocent beauty first came The revealings , that taught him true love to adore ,. To feel the bright presence , and turn him with shame From the idols he blindly had knelt to before . O ...
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... dark - blue waves , And when ye fail my sight , Welcome ye desarts and ye caves- My native land , good night ! THE LAST WHISTLE . WHETHER sailor or not , for a moment avast , Poor Jack's mizen topsail is laid to the mast ; He'll never ...
... dark - blue waves , And when ye fail my sight , Welcome ye desarts and ye caves- My native land , good night ! THE LAST WHISTLE . WHETHER sailor or not , for a moment avast , Poor Jack's mizen topsail is laid to the mast ; He'll never ...
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... dark as she woke out of breath , Not an object her fears could discover ; All was still as the silence of death , Save fancy which painted her lover , Far , far at sea . So she whisper'd a prayer clos'd her eyes , But the phantom still ...
... dark as she woke out of breath , Not an object her fears could discover ; All was still as the silence of death , Save fancy which painted her lover , Far , far at sea . So she whisper'd a prayer clos'd her eyes , But the phantom still ...
Side 21
... dark yew for the vine . Rejoice ! let the lyre and the song Our moments of gladness prolong . The wisest of mortals has told us , Their season have all things on earth ; We've sorrowed , and what shall withhold us From hailing enjoyment ...
... dark yew for the vine . Rejoice ! let the lyre and the song Our moments of gladness prolong . The wisest of mortals has told us , Their season have all things on earth ; We've sorrowed , and what shall withhold us From hailing enjoyment ...
Side 23
... darkness ! ' tis the livid hue That waits on each discharge , whose sombre wreath Shadows the fighting hosts ! So - when the spouts Of Giant Etna , on the golden sun , Disgorge her whirlwinds of impetuous flame , And the red lava runs ...
... darkness ! ' tis the livid hue That waits on each discharge , whose sombre wreath Shadows the fighting hosts ! So - when the spouts Of Giant Etna , on the golden sun , Disgorge her whirlwinds of impetuous flame , And the red lava runs ...
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Allan Water Arethusa beam beauty billows bless blest bliss bloom blow blue bonnie bosom bower boys brave breast breath bright Britons cake charms cheer cried dark dear e'er England ev'ry fair farewell flowers friendship gallant GLEE glory grief hail hand happy hark harp heart Heaven Here's a health hope hour John Anderson joys King ladies lassie life's light live look'd Lord Byron lov'd lute maid Margate merrily MERRILY WE LIVE merry Minstrel Boy Moore morn ne'er never night Norwich o'er ocean peace pleasure poor poor Jack Queen rest roam roar rose round sail SALLY GRAY Scotland Shamrock shine shore sigh sing smile soft soldier song sorrow soul storm sweet sword tear tell tempests thee thine thou thro toast Tom White true Twas water-cresses waves wife wind wine Zounds
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Side 67 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow!
Side 166 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
Side 2 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Side 96 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 179 - India's coast we sail, . Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. ' Though battle call me from thy arms Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms William shall to his Dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
Side 95 - There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine...
Side 89 - Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray, " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...
Side 179 - Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind ; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present, wheresoe'er I go.
Side 178 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Side 18 - The Soldier's Dream. OUR bugles sang truce ; for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.