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Side 25
Thou shalt live , she replied : Heaven ' s mercy relieving Each anguishing wound
, shall forbid me to mourn . Ah ! no , the last pang in my bosom is heaving ; No
light of the morn shall to Henry return : Thou charmer of life , ever tender and true
...
Thou shalt live , she replied : Heaven ' s mercy relieving Each anguishing wound
, shall forbid me to mourn . Ah ! no , the last pang in my bosom is heaving ; No
light of the morn shall to Henry return : Thou charmer of life , ever tender and true
...
Side 26
... His children and friends at a distance were shrieking : Poor Sadi cried out ,
while his sad heart was breaking , Pity the sorrows of Sadi the Moor . In spite of
his plaint , to the galley they bore him , His Zelda and children to mourn and
deplore ...
... His children and friends at a distance were shrieking : Poor Sadi cried out ,
while his sad heart was breaking , Pity the sorrows of Sadi the Moor . In spite of
his plaint , to the galley they bore him , His Zelda and children to mourn and
deplore ...
Side 135
... lost to love , Tells the pale moon her fate . With yew and ivy round me spread ,
My Anna there I ' ll mourn ; For all my soul , now she is dead , Concentres in her
urn . DRINK TO ME ONLY . DRINK to me only with M 2 ENGLISH SONGS .
... lost to love , Tells the pale moon her fate . With yew and ivy round me spread ,
My Anna there I ' ll mourn ; For all my soul , now she is dead , Concentres in her
urn . DRINK TO ME ONLY . DRINK to me only with M 2 ENGLISH SONGS .
Side 147
Twas near a thicket ' s calm retreat , Under a poplar tree , Maria chose her
wretched seat , To mourn her sorrows free . Her lovely form was sweet to view ,
As dawn at op ' ning day , But , ah ! she mourn ' d her love not true , And wept her
cares ...
Twas near a thicket ' s calm retreat , Under a poplar tree , Maria chose her
wretched seat , To mourn her sorrows free . Her lovely form was sweet to view ,
As dawn at op ' ning day , But , ah ! she mourn ' d her love not true , And wept her
cares ...
Side 191
YIA . on blinda spring i om bels unkent / HY DO YOU LOVELY VIRGINS MOURN
. do ' er TUNE - " The Brown Thorn . ” * * Why do you lovely virgins mourn , Like
drooping lilies wet with dew ? And why around yon marble urn , Spring ' s ...
YIA . on blinda spring i om bels unkent / HY DO YOU LOVELY VIRGINS MOURN
. do ' er TUNE - " The Brown Thorn . ” * * Why do you lovely virgins mourn , Like
drooping lilies wet with dew ? And why around yon marble urn , Spring ' s ...
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Populære avsnitt
Side 151 - India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale. Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
Side 269 - I'll wage thee ! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy ; Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Side 282 - And You, farewell ! whose merits claim Justly, that highest badge to wear ! Heav'n bless your honor'd, noble name To Masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here, When yearly ye assemble a', One round, I ask it with a tear, To him, the Bard that's far awa'.
Side 150 - So the sweet lark, high poised in air. Shuts close his pinions to his breast (If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear), And drops at once into her nest.
Side 151 - O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Side 279 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Side 176 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Side 71 - She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 61 - FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name— She abandons me now — but the page of her story, The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame.
Side 106 - While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, We for wives or children mourn : Alas ! from hence there's no retreating, Alas ! to them there's no return. Still the leak is gaining on us : Both chain-pumps are choak'd below.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Volum 2 The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Scottish songs |
| Forfatter | Scottish songs |
| distribuert | 1816 |
| Original fra | Oxford University |
| Digitalisert | 26. sep 2006 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |