Magazine of Wit and American Harmonist: Containing a Collection of the Most Admired Anecdotes, and a Variety of the Best Songs, Chiefly Composed in Honour of the Naval and Military Victories Gained During the Late War : Embellished with a Representation of Perry's VictoryM'Carty & Davis, 204 Market St., 1821 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... sweets of liberty , after hav- ' ing groaned in slavery : this Frenchman is their de- ' liverer . I was myself a slave , loaded with chains , streaming in blood , and covered with wounds : this ' is the man who redeemed and saved me ...
... sweets of liberty , after hav- ' ing groaned in slavery : this Frenchman is their de- ' liverer . I was myself a slave , loaded with chains , streaming in blood , and covered with wounds : this ' is the man who redeemed and saved me ...
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... sweet hours , Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers , And strike to the numbers of ERIN GO BRAGH ! O , where is the cottage that stood by the wild wood , Sisters and sire , did ye weep for its fall ! O , where is my mother , that ...
... sweet hours , Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers , And strike to the numbers of ERIN GO BRAGH ! O , where is the cottage that stood by the wild wood , Sisters and sire , did ye weep for its fall ! O , where is my mother , that ...
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... sweet to be Lov'd as I was by thee ; But if thou'rt lost to me , Welcome despair , ROBIN ADAIR . WHAT'S this dull town to me ? Robin's not near . What was't I wish'd to see ? What wish'd to hear ? Where's all the joy and mirth , Made ...
... sweet to be Lov'd as I was by thee ; But if thou'rt lost to me , Welcome despair , ROBIN ADAIR . WHAT'S this dull town to me ? Robin's not near . What was't I wish'd to see ? What wish'd to hear ? Where's all the joy and mirth , Made ...
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... sweet Jessie , the flow'r o ' Dunblane . How sweet is the brier , wi ' its soft faulding blossom , And sweet is the birk wi ' its mantle o ' green ; Yet sweeter and fairer , and dear to this bosom , Is lovely young Jessie , the flow'r o ...
... sweet Jessie , the flow'r o ' Dunblane . How sweet is the brier , wi ' its soft faulding blossom , And sweet is the birk wi ' its mantle o ' green ; Yet sweeter and fairer , and dear to this bosom , Is lovely young Jessie , the flow'r o ...
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... sweet- But oh ! the dessert was delicious ! A melon , the sweetest that loaded the vine , The kind - hearted damsel had brought ; Its crimson core teem'd with the richest of wine , How much like her kisses ! ' - I thought . And I said ...
... sweet- But oh ! the dessert was delicious ! A melon , the sweetest that loaded the vine , The kind - hearted damsel had brought ; Its crimson core teem'd with the richest of wine , How much like her kisses ! ' - I thought . And I said ...
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ae night arms Arnaud art thou asked auld lang syne Barney leave bashaw battle battle of Blenheim bonny bosom brave bright brothers captain Charles Cheerily oh Columbia's sons command cried dear death delight dream duke Dumblane ERIN GO BRAGH eyes Falisci fame father fell flowers fond Francillo freedom French gallant gave genius gentleman glory grand vizier hear heart heave honour Jessie king land Lassie Lassie wi leave the girls liberty live Lochinvar look'd lord Lord North Lord Stanley lov'd Merrily oh ne'er never numbers o'er Osman peace Plattsburgh poor prince replied Robin Adair Roy's wife sail sailor says servant shore sigh sigh'd sing slave sleep smile soon soul star star spangled banner sweet tars tear tell thee took Topal Topal Osman Turks Twas Vateville waves Wearily oh WILLIAM GOOCH wounds young young Jessie
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Стр. 96 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ; " She is won ! we are gone ! over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Стр. 95 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 124 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Стр. 89 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Стр. 134 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Стр. 81 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming ? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Стр. 94 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 89 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Стр. 123 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet...
Стр. 141 - Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair : And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly, Ah, many's the time and oft! But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft.