The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Том 2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 стор. |
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Сторінка 155
... bound , Within a league of New York's coast , Love saved him sure , from being drown'd , For more than half the crew were lost . In fight Tom Starboard knew no fear ; Nay , when he lost an arm - resigned , Said , love for Nan , his only ...
... bound , Within a league of New York's coast , Love saved him sure , from being drown'd , For more than half the crew were lost . In fight Tom Starboard knew no fear ; Nay , when he lost an arm - resigned , Said , love for Nan , his only ...
Сторінка 166
... bound to follow , boys ; And scorn to fly . " Tis but in vain , ( I mean not to upbraid you , boys , ) " Tis but in vain , For soldiers to complain ; Should next campaign Send us to Him who made us , boys , We are free from pain ; But ...
... bound to follow , boys ; And scorn to fly . " Tis but in vain , ( I mean not to upbraid you , boys , ) " Tis but in vain , For soldiers to complain ; Should next campaign Send us to Him who made us , boys , We are free from pain ; But ...
Сторінка 169
... bound for Palestine , But first he made his orisons before St. Mary's shrine ; " And grant , Immortal Queen of Heaven , " was still the soldier's prayer , " That I may prove the bravest knight , and love the fairest fair . " His oath of ...
... bound for Palestine , But first he made his orisons before St. Mary's shrine ; " And grant , Immortal Queen of Heaven , " was still the soldier's prayer , " That I may prove the bravest knight , and love the fairest fair . " His oath of ...
Сторінка 170
... bound the holy knot before St. Mary's shrine , That makes a paradise on earth , if hearts and hands combine ; And every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there , Cried , " Honor'd be the bravest knight , belov'd the fairest fair ...
... bound the holy knot before St. Mary's shrine , That makes a paradise on earth , if hearts and hands combine ; And every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there , Cried , " Honor'd be the bravest knight , belov'd the fairest fair ...
Сторінка 174
... useless coffin confin'd his breast , Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him , But he lay like a warrior taking his rest , With his martial cloak around him . We thought as we heap'd the narrow bed , And 174 MILITARY SONGS . .
... useless coffin confin'd his breast , Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him , But he lay like a warrior taking his rest , With his martial cloak around him . We thought as we heap'd the narrow bed , And 174 MILITARY SONGS . .
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Сторінка 73 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Сторінка 29 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Сторінка 171 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Сторінка 21 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Сторінка 175 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Сторінка 30 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Сторінка 268 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Сторінка 26 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Сторінка 74 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters...
Сторінка 75 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me , as light and life , Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu' tender; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder; But oh!