The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 sider |
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Side 32
... tell of happier hours ; ' Tis there I'd soothe thy grief to rest , Each sight of sorrow quell ; In the starry light of the summer night , On the banks of the blue Moselle . * MY HEART AND LUTE . I GIVE thee all , can no more , Though ...
... tell of happier hours ; ' Tis there I'd soothe thy grief to rest , Each sight of sorrow quell ; In the starry light of the summer night , On the banks of the blue Moselle . * MY HEART AND LUTE . I GIVE thee all , can no more , Though ...
Side 39
... Tell her all this , tell it o'er and o'er again , I'll love her while there's salt within the main . Tell her all this , tell it o'er and o'er- The anchor's weigh'd , or I would tell her more ! HELMET ON HIS BROW . WITH a helment on his ...
... Tell her all this , tell it o'er and o'er again , I'll love her while there's salt within the main . Tell her all this , tell it o'er and o'er- The anchor's weigh'd , or I would tell her more ! HELMET ON HIS BROW . WITH a helment on his ...
Side 56
... tell me she is happy now , the gayest of the gay , They hint that she forgets me too , but I heed not what they say ; Perhaps like me she struggles with each feeling of regret , But if she loves as I do love , she never can forget ...
... tell me she is happy now , the gayest of the gay , They hint that she forgets me too , but I heed not what they say ; Perhaps like me she struggles with each feeling of regret , But if she loves as I do love , she never can forget ...
Side 64
... tell me , I'm likely to die , Gadzooks ! let me not die on shore . As to death , it's all a joke , Sailors live in fire and smoke , So , at least , says the old commodore . The rum old commodore- The tough old commodore- The fighting ...
... tell me , I'm likely to die , Gadzooks ! let me not die on shore . As to death , it's all a joke , Sailors live in fire and smoke , So , at least , says the old commodore . The rum old commodore- The tough old commodore- The fighting ...
Side 71
... tell him to love like me . Isabel , & c . THE DEW IS ON THE GRASS . SOFTLY , Softly will I pass , As I steal out , love , to thee , When the dew is on the grass , And the moonlight on the tree . When the soft winds in the shade , Murmur ...
... tell him to love like me . Isabel , & c . THE DEW IS ON THE GRASS . SOFTLY , Softly will I pass , As I steal out , love , to thee , When the dew is on the grass , And the moonlight on the tree . When the soft winds in the shade , Murmur ...
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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...