A separate issue of part of The entertainer's song book ed. by J.E.CarpenterJoseph Edwards Carpenter 1867 |
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... nose , Did offend - foe and friend - as you easy may suppose ; At last the pure Miss Snow , she came down here below , And in paying his addresses to her warn't a moment lost , For morning , noon , and night , he stuck to her so tight ...
... nose , Did offend - foe and friend - as you easy may suppose ; At last the pure Miss Snow , she came down here below , And in paying his addresses to her warn't a moment lost , For morning , noon , and night , he stuck to her so tight ...
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... forbye a stump , A clapper tongue wad deave a miller ; A whiskin beard about her mo- Her nose and chin they threaten ither . Sic a wife , & c . She's bow - hough'd , she's hein - shinned , THE ENTERTAINER'S SONG BOOK . 333.
... forbye a stump , A clapper tongue wad deave a miller ; A whiskin beard about her mo- Her nose and chin they threaten ither . Sic a wife , & c . She's bow - hough'd , she's hein - shinned , THE ENTERTAINER'S SONG BOOK . 333.
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... nose . Send half a dozen authors , for they help to fill a rout , I fear I've worn the literary lionesses out ! Send something biographical , I think that fashion spreads , But do not send a poet , till you find one with two heads . The ...
... nose . Send half a dozen authors , for they help to fill a rout , I fear I've worn the literary lionesses out ! Send something biographical , I think that fashion spreads , But do not send a poet , till you find one with two heads . The ...
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... nose . The cook became a Quaker , though he long had been a fryer , To see the fish , good soles , jump from the pan into the fire ; To see the soot come tumbling down o'er fish and fowl , good lack ! Until the soot had dress'd them ...
... nose . The cook became a Quaker , though he long had been a fryer , To see the fish , good soles , jump from the pan into the fire ; To see the soot come tumbling down o'er fish and fowl , good lack ! Until the soot had dress'd them ...
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... nose , ' Cos she saw a Dutch doll without any clothes ! Such a delicate , & c . Once taking a stroll with my modest dear , At length a tater - field we came near- She wouldn't walk through , to my great surprise , ' Cos she said the ...
... nose , ' Cos she saw a Dutch doll without any clothes ! Such a delicate , & c . Once taking a stroll with my modest dear , At length a tater - field we came near- She wouldn't walk through , to my great surprise , ' Cos she said the ...
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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!