The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 sider |
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Side 31
... fair bride " Oh ! the missletoe bough , At length an oak chest , that had long lain hid , Was found in the castle they rais'd the lid , A skeleton form lay mouldering there , In the bridal wreath of that lady fair , Oh ! sad was her ...
... fair bride " Oh ! the missletoe bough , At length an oak chest , that had long lain hid , Was found in the castle they rais'd the lid , A skeleton form lay mouldering there , In the bridal wreath of that lady fair , Oh ! sad was her ...
Side 37
... fair ; But when doubting fears perplex us , Then ' tis anguish , grief , and care . Fate the cup of life , will mingle With it sweets and bitters too ; They who taste the honey single , Must partake their share of rue . Sweet , O sweet ...
... fair ; But when doubting fears perplex us , Then ' tis anguish , grief , and care . Fate the cup of life , will mingle With it sweets and bitters too ; They who taste the honey single , Must partake their share of rue . Sweet , O sweet ...
Side 43
... fair damsels to gain me have strove ; But I said in my heart I do love that Llangollen , And sweet Jenny Jones too , in truth I do love . I've seen good king George and Lord May'r of London , With kings of far countries , and many a ...
... fair damsels to gain me have strove ; But I said in my heart I do love that Llangollen , And sweet Jenny Jones too , in truth I do love . I've seen good king George and Lord May'r of London , With kings of far countries , and many a ...
Side 46
... fair , lovely emblems of beauty : The joys that surround , but in England are found , In England the home of the world— Couch'd is her Lion , Britannia reposes , Encircl'd by laurels , amid her bright roses- Her warriors at rest and her ...
... fair , lovely emblems of beauty : The joys that surround , but in England are found , In England the home of the world— Couch'd is her Lion , Britannia reposes , Encircl'd by laurels , amid her bright roses- Her warriors at rest and her ...
Side 48
... fair ; That like the bee she ranges ; Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare , As fickle fancy changes : Ah , no , the love that first can warm Will leave her bosom never : No second passion e'er can charm , She loves , and loves for ...
... fair ; That like the bee she ranges ; Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare , As fickle fancy changes : Ah , no , the love that first can warm Will leave her bosom never : No second passion e'er can charm , She loves , and loves for ...
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Adam Bell adieu Allan water auld lang syne Bay of Biscay beauty bell bless blest blow blue boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom boys brave breast breath bright charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane cried Cushendall dear death drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair flower Gravesend green hand happy Hark hath head hear heard heart hearts of oak kiss lady land larning lass live Llangollen loo ral look look'd lov'd love thee love's lover maid meet merrily merry merry England morning ne'er never night nose Number o'er Paddy peace pleasure poor queen Ri too ral roam rose Rule Britannia Sambo shore sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tear tell there's thine thou thought Tol de rol Troubadour Twas twill waves wife wild wind wine young
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Side 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side 47 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Side 14 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Side 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Side 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Side 378 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 379 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Side 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...