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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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 125 - not look for wine. The thirst that from my soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It would not
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.

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