Fireside Melodies: A Collection of Glees, and Sacred and Secular MelodiesO. Ditson, 1856 - Всего страниц: 32 |
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1st Treble ACCORDEON Allegro Andante Bark we glide BASS bil-lows Breathe gen-tle gales cheerful horn Cres darts the dol-phin FEATHER'D SPRAY FIRESIDE MELODIES FLUTE Foresters sound freedom hu-ra FREEDOM's glorious banner Freedom's glorious day gale she bounds gales midst skies gen-tle gales midst Gipsy Bride goes the bark Green mountains echo Hark hu ra hunt the stag hura Indian drum INSTRUCTOR joy we quaff Lady shelter laugh lent tide LIBRARY MUSIC lily fair lul-la ma-zy dance MELODEON mer-ri-ly goes Merrily merry glee Ne'er shall wave Numbers nymphs this morn oars thus mov'd OARS WITH FEATHER'D OLIVER DITSON pant-ing sigh Ro-ses shark sigh for rest sing and speed Sing the glee sing the mer sing the merry sound the cheerful stag to bay Swift-ly o'er tis the Indian toils true joy vale VIOLIN wave o'er war's woods Wrong shall nev young Jessie
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Стр. 17 - Earth takes up the angels' cry, " Holy, Holy, Holy," singing, " Lord of hosts, the Lord most high ! " With his seraph train before Him, With His holy Church below, Thus conspire we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow : " Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord. Thus Thy glorious Name confessing, We adopt Thy angels' cry, ' Holy, Holy, Holy,' blessing Thee the Lord of Hosts most high !
Стр. 20 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Стр. 20 - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
Стр. 7 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Стр. 21 - THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Стр. 20 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing, 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,...
Стр. 10 - I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play ; Their lofty deeds and daring high Blend with the notes of victory.
Стр. 20 - 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, And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well! The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket.
Стр. 11 - re lost, and gone ; the moon is past, The wood's dark shade is o'er them cast ; And fainter, fainter, fainter still The march is rising o'er the hill. Again, again the pealing drum, The clashing horn — they come, they come ; Through rocky pass, o'er wooded steep, In long and glittering files they sweep.