The Amusing SongsterJoseph Edwards Carpenter Routledge, 1866 - 142 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abraham Newland Arrah bark beautiful Billy Barlow bless boys brave bright bumper CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheer cried cuckoo D'Almaine d'ye dance derry dream drink e'er ELIZA COOK ev'ry eyes fair fear flowers Fol de riddle fond FRANZ ABT gent GEORGE LINLEY happy hath head hear heart Hecate Hugo husband Incas J. E. CARPENTER Jack king King Canute lady light live look love's LOVER maid married merry Miss MOORE morning Music ne'er never Novello & Co o'er Oh dear once Peru pleasure poor poor Jack queer roam rose round sail sailor SAILOR'S LADY SAMUEL LOVER shore sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tears tell thee there's thine things THOMAS HUDSON thou thought thro twas ma delight Twill weep wife Witch wont young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 18 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Seite 3 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 104 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Seite 83 - For from cock-crow he had been travelling, And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he, And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree.
Seite 95 - My boat is on the shore And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! " Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. " Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Seite 94 - O'er whom a wond'ring world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE. NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day, Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, For ever dimm'd, for ever crost — Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour's lost...
Seite 79 - And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Seite 66 - OH ! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen's bower The Lord of the Valley with false vows came ; The moon hid her light From the heavens that night, And wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame. The clouds...
Seite 100 - O ruddier than the cherry ! O sweeter than the berry ! O nymph more bright Than moonshine night, Like kidlings, blithe and merry ! Ripe as the melting cluster ! No lily has such lustre ; Yet hard to tame As raging flame, And fierce as storms that bluster ! RECITATIVE.
Seite 104 - Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.