Songs, Ballads, and Sacred SongsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1849 - 284 sider |
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Side 16
... meet , " Which I will tell to thee ; " Be there this eve , at fall of night , " And list what thou shalt see . " Thou'lt see a group of figures pass " In strange disorder'd crowd , " Travelling by torchlight through the roads , " With ...
... meet , " Which I will tell to thee ; " Be there this eve , at fall of night , " And list what thou shalt see . " Thou'lt see a group of figures pass " In strange disorder'd crowd , " Travelling by torchlight through the roads , " With ...
Side 32
... meet was a heaven , and to part thus another , — Our joy and our sorrow seem'd rivals in bliss ; Oh ! Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other - In smiles and in tears , than that moment to this . - The first was like day - break , new ...
... meet was a heaven , and to part thus another , — Our joy and our sorrow seem'd rivals in bliss ; Oh ! Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other - In smiles and in tears , than that moment to this . - The first was like day - break , new ...
Side 43
... beneath . As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances , May that side the sun's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances . COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS . ( FRENCH AIR . ) SONGS AND BALLADS . 43.
... beneath . As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances , May that side the sun's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances . COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS . ( FRENCH AIR . ) SONGS AND BALLADS . 43.
Side 46
... CASTANET . ( MALTESE AIR . ) GAILY sounds the castanet , Beating time to bounding feet , When , after daylight's golden set , Maids and youths by moonlight meet , Oh , then , how sweet to move Through all 46 SONGS AND BALLADS .
... CASTANET . ( MALTESE AIR . ) GAILY sounds the castanet , Beating time to bounding feet , When , after daylight's golden set , Maids and youths by moonlight meet , Oh , then , how sweet to move Through all 46 SONGS AND BALLADS .
Side 48
... meet it springs ; To - night , at least , to - night be gay , Whate'er to - morrow brings . Like sun - set gleams , that linger late When all is dark'ning fast , Are hours like these we snatch from Fatc- The brightest , and the last ...
... meet it springs ; To - night , at least , to - night be gay , Whate'er to - morrow brings . Like sun - set gleams , that linger late When all is dark'ning fast , Are hours like these we snatch from Fatc- The brightest , and the last ...
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Side 39 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, 'Whose lights are fled Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Side 250 - And it came to pass, that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians...
Side 28 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. "Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 'The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Side 32 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...
Side 243 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Side 242 - ... o'ershadows all the earth and skies like some dark beauteous bird whose plume is sparkling with unnumbered eyes that sacred gloom those fires divine so grand so countless Lord are thine...
Side 20 - THEY made her a grave, too cold and damp " For a soul so warm and true ; " And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, ' " Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp,
Side 264 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary ; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.
Side 28 - ... past ! Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ! But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past ! Utawas tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Side 250 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.