A separate issue of part of The entertainer's song book ed. by J.E.CarpenterJoseph Edwards Carpenter 1867 |
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Стр. 36
... feeling the smart of sly Cupid's dart ; The door of my reason I've always kept shut , But he must have got in and rifled my heart ! I'm turn'd topsy - turvy , and often I'm led To doubt if I stand on my heels or my head ; I wander in ...
... feeling the smart of sly Cupid's dart ; The door of my reason I've always kept shut , But he must have got in and rifled my heart ! I'm turn'd topsy - turvy , and often I'm led To doubt if I stand on my heels or my head ; I wander in ...
Стр. 67
... feeling . ( Spoken . ) - She had a beautiful romantic cast of countenance , and sensibility beamed from her bright blue eye , like sun rays from the liquid crysta !. Oh , I thought no one like my dear Caroline Freeling , For beauty and ...
... feeling . ( Spoken . ) - She had a beautiful romantic cast of countenance , and sensibility beamed from her bright blue eye , like sun rays from the liquid crysta !. Oh , I thought no one like my dear Caroline Freeling , For beauty and ...
Стр. 68
... feeling . Oh , when she revived , she was led from the church By her friends , and alone I was left in the lurch ; I wont tell you now the effect on my mind , But I say her behaviour was very unkind . Of affection for me she had ne'er ...
... feeling . Oh , when she revived , she was led from the church By her friends , and alone I was left in the lurch ; I wont tell you now the effect on my mind , But I say her behaviour was very unkind . Of affection for me she had ne'er ...
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... feel shy , sir , at Cupid's game to play , For I'm a sort of twicer , as boys at buttons say . Och ! I am all , & c . Like Janus , he who wore a pair of heads of yore , My gaze they stand before , and with their arts en- tice ; Enough ...
... feel shy , sir , at Cupid's game to play , For I'm a sort of twicer , as boys at buttons say . Och ! I am all , & c . Like Janus , he who wore a pair of heads of yore , My gaze they stand before , and with their arts en- tice ; Enough ...
Стр. 85
... feels- She fairly eels- She never could bear the heat ! So she sits in her low - neck'd dress ; But the heat would have troubled her less , For long weeks will have roll'd Ere she's rid of the cold That she caught from the low - neck'd ...
... feels- She fairly eels- She never could bear the heat ! So she sits in her low - neck'd dress ; But the heat would have troubled her less , For long weeks will have roll'd Ere she's rid of the cold That she caught from the low - neck'd ...
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Стр. 65 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Стр. 63 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Стр. 65 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing: My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
Стр. 83 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Стр. 91 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Стр. 134 - One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Стр. 18 - When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered, The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute...
Стр. 2 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Стр. 80 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Стр. 2 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!