The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Том 2Gaylord, 1835 - 312 страници |
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... tear By the side of yon streamlet there grows Ben Backstay was a boatswain Come strike the bold Anthem Cease , tempest cease , allay thy power Come o'er the stream Charlie - Come , come , bonnie lassie , cried Sandy awa ' Chairs to mend ...
... tear By the side of yon streamlet there grows Ben Backstay was a boatswain Come strike the bold Anthem Cease , tempest cease , allay thy power Come o'er the stream Charlie - Come , come , bonnie lassie , cried Sandy awa ' Chairs to mend ...
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... tear to the chieftain who wrought her salvation , And flowers to the grave that his body inumas ; He who from ... tears . Then raise the sacred strain , Let echo mock again NATIONAL SONGS . 233 Hallowed the birthday of Liberty's nation -
... tear to the chieftain who wrought her salvation , And flowers to the grave that his body inumas ; He who from ... tears . Then raise the sacred strain , Let echo mock again NATIONAL SONGS . 233 Hallowed the birthday of Liberty's nation -
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... the brave the American Star . The spirits of Washington , Warren , Montgomery , Look down from the clouds with bright aspect serene ; Come soldiers , a tear and a toast to their 28 NATIONAL SONGS . Come strike the bold Anthem.
... the brave the American Star . The spirits of Washington , Warren , Montgomery , Look down from the clouds with bright aspect serene ; Come soldiers , a tear and a toast to their 28 NATIONAL SONGS . Come strike the bold Anthem.
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A Collection of Popular Songs. Come soldiers , a tear and a toast to their memory , Rejoicing they'll see us , as they once have been ; To us the high boon by the gods has been granted , To spread the glad tidings of liberty far , Let ...
A Collection of Popular Songs. Come soldiers , a tear and a toast to their memory , Rejoicing they'll see us , as they once have been ; To us the high boon by the gods has been granted , To spread the glad tidings of liberty far , Let ...
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... tear that had started , And hasten'd the news to my parents to bear , Who sigh'd for the loss of relations departed , & And wept at the tidings that banish'd their care . The cannons now ceased , the drums still were beating , The foes ...
... tear that had started , And hasten'd the news to my parents to bear , Who sigh'd for the loss of relations departed , & And wept at the tidings that banish'd their care . The cannons now ceased , the drums still were beating , The foes ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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!