The Young Folks' Glee Book, Consisting of Nearly One Hundred Copyright Songs & Duetts, Never Before Harmonized: and the Choicest Gems from the German & ItalianCharles Jarvis O. Ditson & Company, 1856 - 209 sider |
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Side 3
... dreams of light and love Were wa - ken'd by that sound ; My 4 4 2. Long years , long years have pass'd a - way , And al - ter'd is thy brow , And we , who met so fond - ly once , Must meet as strangers now ; The 4 -mf 4 3. Yet still thy ...
... dreams of light and love Were wa - ken'd by that sound ; My 4 4 2. Long years , long years have pass'd a - way , And al - ter'd is thy brow , And we , who met so fond - ly once , Must meet as strangers now ; The 4 -mf 4 3. Yet still thy ...
Side 16
... es still sound in mine ear , Their fea - tures I see in my dreams , And the mf pp beat for the dear ones I knew ? The world as a winter is cold , Each charm secms to van - ish a way , My SOLI . OHO . od world is a bewil -
... es still sound in mine ear , Their fea - tures I see in my dreams , And the mf pp beat for the dear ones I knew ? The world as a winter is cold , Each charm secms to van - ish a way , My SOLI . OHO . od world is a bewil -
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... dream of life is wan - ing , The gulf will soon be past , The soul im- mor- tal joy at 3- CRES . · taining . CRES . 2. Hark ! the fatal bell Each pass - ing hour The dun - geon waking , Chimes a sad fare - well , In so - lemn tones the ...
... dream of life is wan - ing , The gulf will soon be past , The soul im- mor- tal joy at 3- CRES . · taining . CRES . 2. Hark ! the fatal bell Each pass - ing hour The dun - geon waking , Chimes a sad fare - well , In so - lemn tones the ...
Side 35
... dream of life is wan - ing , The gulf will soon be past , The soul immortal joy attain - ing . DIM . RIT . mortal life thou giv'st to me . Yes ! the die is cast ! The tur - bid dream of life is wan - ing , The gulf will soon be past ...
... dream of life is wan - ing , The gulf will soon be past , The soul immortal joy attain - ing . DIM . RIT . mortal life thou giv'st to me . Yes ! the die is cast ! The tur - bid dream of life is wan - ing , The gulf will soon be past ...
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... dreams are sad - ly o'er , Fate bids them all de - part , And I must leave my na - tive shore , In broken- ness of @ -b - 4 Б 64 DIM . b 6 tress , My for - tune is too hard for thee , ' Twould chill thy dear - est joy ; I'd rather weep ...
... dreams are sad - ly o'er , Fate bids them all de - part , And I must leave my na - tive shore , In broken- ness of @ -b - 4 Б 64 DIM . b 6 tress , My for - tune is too hard for thee , ' Twould chill thy dear - est joy ; I'd rather weep ...
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a-gain a-round a-way AD LIB art thou Bawn bending lily bears bird blight shall dare bon-nie brave breathing bright charming cheer chink cradled flow'r CRES Darling dear dew is sweet DONIZETTI dreaming of thee eyes fair falchion fond gone hath hear heather bell Heav'n JARVIS Katy Katy Oh la la la land Lilly Dale Lime blossoms lone lov'd ma-ny meet by chance mem'ry moon mountain Na-po-li-taine ne'er neath never night no-bo-dy o'er peace RALL roaming rove SAMUEL LOVER seem'd form'd sere thee sing sleeps my cradled SLOW smile soft song stones Sweet flow'r sweetly tear TEMPO thee I'll die thee share There's a sigh thine thou art thou hast Three Bells thro thy voice Tra la la Twas vale watch-ful weep for thee wild wilt thou Zephyrs gently blow
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Side 75 - Then fly with me, — if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 'tis by the lapwing found.
Side 26 - Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns. Oh, where are the mourners ? Alas! there are none; He has left not a gap in the world, now he's gone; Not a tear in the eye of child, woman, or man; To the grave with his carcass as fast as you can. Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns.
Side 45 - ... swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on; — That e'er the sun shone on — And dark blue is her e'e: And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa' o' her fairy feet; And like winds in summer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet; — Her voice is low and sweet, And she's a' the world to me: And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee.
Side 45 - Her brow is like the snaw drift; Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on — That e'er the sun shone on — And dark blue is her ee; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doune and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa
Side 16 - I'll give you a song in its praise." The proposition was received with cheers, and Tom rattled away these ringing rhymes — 8% goinlb Sojer §og. ' Он there's not a trade that's going Worth showing, Or knowing, Like that from glory growing, For a bowld sojer boy ; Where right or left we go, Sure you know, Friend or foe Will have the hand or toe From a bowld sojer boy I There's not a town we march thro'. But the ladies, looking arch thro...
Side 7 - Twould be an assurance most dear To know that this moment some loved one Were saying, I wish he were here!
Side 76 - s on the stormy sea ! " How could I but list, but linger, To the song, and near the singer, Sweetly wooing Heaven to bring her Jamie from the stormy sea : And, while yet her lips did name me, Forth I sprang— my heart o'ercame me — " Grieve no more, sweet, I am Jamie, Home returned to love and thee !
Side 79 - Call me pet names, darling! Call me thy flower! Call me fond names, dearest! Call me a star, Whose smile's beaming welcome thou feel'st from afar, Whose light is the clearest, the truest to thee, When the " night-time of sorrow
Side 79 - Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,— Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird! Call me sweet names, darling! Call me a flower, That lives in the light of thy smile each hour, That droops when its heaven — thy...
Side 79 - CALL me pet names, dearest! Call me a bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight, That tenderly sings there in loving delight! Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,— Call me pet names, dearest!