The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. CarpenterG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 275 pages |
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... Flowers The Four - leaved Shamrock ... The Child and the Stars Sweet May ..... I have listen'd to your Song To Arms ... Flower ... The Sapling Oak I rise from Dreams of thee Woodman , spare that Tree Cheer , Boys , cheer ... She lives ...
... Flowers The Four - leaved Shamrock ... The Child and the Stars Sweet May ..... I have listen'd to your Song To Arms ... Flower ... The Sapling Oak I rise from Dreams of thee Woodman , spare that Tree Cheer , Boys , cheer ... She lives ...
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... Flower of Ellerslie Mynheer Vandunck Oh ! don't you remember The Briton's Home Old Towler The High - mettled Racer For a ' that Martin the Man - at - arms A Song of the Valley England the Home of the World My sweet Girl , my Friend and ...
... Flower of Ellerslie Mynheer Vandunck Oh ! don't you remember The Briton's Home Old Towler The High - mettled Racer For a ' that Martin the Man - at - arms A Song of the Valley England the Home of the World My sweet Girl , my Friend and ...
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... flowers too soon must fade ; It is sweet to hear their voices In the calm , clear summer air , Though for me the time is over , I might join their frolic there . Yet I take the flowers they bring me , For 27 THE BOOK OF Spring Blossoms ...
... flowers too soon must fade ; It is sweet to hear their voices In the calm , clear summer air , Though for me the time is over , I might join their frolic there . Yet I take the flowers they bring me , For 27 THE BOOK OF Spring Blossoms ...
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... flowers too soon must fade ; It is sweet to hear their voices In the calm , clear summer air , Though for me the time is over , I might join their frolic there . Yet I take the flowers they bring me , For 27 THE BOOK OF Spring Blossoms ...
... flowers too soon must fade ; It is sweet to hear their voices In the calm , clear summer air , Though for me the time is over , I might join their frolic there . Yet I take the flowers they bring me , For 27 THE BOOK OF Spring Blossoms ...
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Joseph Edwards Carpenter. Yet I take the flowers they bring me , For I would not have them see That a wreath of summer roses Could bring aught but joy to me . They are gath'ring summer roses ; They are young , and gay , and fair , And ...
Joseph Edwards Carpenter. Yet I take the flowers they bring me , For I would not have them see That a wreath of summer roses Could bring aught but joy to me . They are gath'ring summer roses ; They are young , and gay , and fair , And ...
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Allen-a-Dale beauty bells bird BLOCKLEY bloom blossom blows bold bonnie bower boys brave breath bright Briton's home brow cheer child cold County Guy crazy Jane deep dream earth ELIZA COOK England Erin go bragh ev'ry eyes fair farewell flowers forget Gaffer Green gaily gentle GLOVER hand happy hath heart Hearts of oak heaven Here's a health hope J. E. CARPENTER kiss land life's light lips live lonely love thee maid merry morning mother mountain Music by H Music by J. P. Nancy ne'er never night o'er ocean peace poor pride Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Ring roam Robin and Marian Savourneen sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul SPORLE spring star Suabian summer sunshine sweet tears tell There's thine thou thousand a-year tree true Twas twill vale voice waves wild wind wine
Popular passages
Page 140 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Page 118 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Page 14 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Page 229 - 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.
Page 174 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 202 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 50 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 96 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 107 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " 0 stay," the maiden said, " and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Page 96 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.