The Souvenir Minstrel: A Choice Collection of the Most Admired Songs, Duets, Glees, Choruses, &c., &c. with Several Originals, and Many Favorites of the Principal Vocalists
Marshall, Clark, 1833 - 256 sider
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The Souvenir Minstrel: A Choice Collection of the Most Admired Songs, Duets ...
Cornelius Soule Cartee
Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2017
ADAPTED TO MUSIC adieu Ae fond kiss auld auld lang syne bark beam beauty Belshazzar bird bloom blue bonnie Doon bonnie lassie bosom bower braes brave breath breeze bright Brignal castanet Charlie charms cheer dark dear dearest dream dwell echo ev'ry fair Fallallal farewell flowers fond forever frae gentle glory happy Hark haste hear heart Heigho hills horn hour Jessie John Anderson Kate Kearney kiss lady land Largo bay lass light look love's maid merrily merry moon morning mountain native ne'er never night numbers o'er pibroch pleasure roam Rob Roy Macgregor rose ROSLIN CASTLE round rove shine shore sigh sing sleep slumbers smile soft song sorrow soul sound star stream sung sunset tree sweetly tears tell there's thine thou thro Troubadour wake wander wave weep WESTRIs wild wind words young Jessie youth
Side 125 - BY BEN. JONSON. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I '11 not look for wine. The thirst that from my soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar
Side 193 - twinkle lights me;— Dark despair around benights me. I '11 ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy: But to see her, was to love her; Love but her, and love forever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met—or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted*
Side 19 - And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. When the clock struck the hour for retiring; Slowly and sadly we laid him down, We carved not a line, and we raised not a stoneBut we left him alone with his glory ! ■ From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
Side 19 - enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest— With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow j
Side 19 - drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell-shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moon-beam's misty light, We buried him darkly, at dead of night, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet
Side 85 - And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell, Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well— The old oaken bucket—the iron-bound bucket— The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the
Side 85 - them to view— The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew ; The wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, The old oaken
Side 32 - 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
Side 196 - Fare thee well, thou first and fairest! Fare thee well, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas ! forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I '11 pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I '11 wage thee.