Songs of YaleT.H. Pease, 1855 - 54 |
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Alma Mater Alumni Atalanta Audacia auld lang syne bibble lolla boo Biennial Boat Song bore BORE-ORE-ORE boys brave old Yale Brothers cheer chorus Chorus-Cocachelunk CHORUS-Juvallera CHORUS-Shool clasp CLASS OF 55 class of Fifty-four classmates Cocachelunk College Pump Cram dreams elms Euclid F. M. FINCH fame farewell fear Fifty-nine fizzle forever Freshman friends Gaudeamus gleam glory grand and hale hale green hall hand happy hearts honored Horum corum hours are bright Hurrah huzza ISAAC RILEY jolly Wooden Spoon joyous Junior life's light Linonia Litoria Long live Linonia-Linonia memories midnight oil ne'er o'er ocean Pipe of Peace ponies praise RICHARD STORRS WILLIS rool round Semper Seniors shades shool shout Slow reel smiles Smoking Song song for old song in waves Sophomore Sophs Swee-de-le-wee-dum-bum swell thee thou throng to-day toil tune Tutors Ubi sunt Vivant Vive la compagnie wreath YALE COLLEGE
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Strona 53 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Strona 6 - Daunias latis alit aesculetis, nee lubae tellus generat leonum arida nutrix. pone me pigris ubi nulla campis arbor aestiva recreatur aura, quod latus mundi nebulae malusque luppiter urget; pone sub curru nimium propinqui solis in terra domibus negata: dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, dulce loquentem.
Strona 6 - Fusee, pharetra, sive per Syrtes iter aestuosas sive facturus per inhospitalem Caucasum vel quae loca fabulosus lambit Hydaspes. namque me silva lupus in Sabina, dum meam canto Lalagen et ultra terminum curis vagor expeditis, fugit inermem. quale portentum neque militaris Daunias latis alit aesculetis, nee lubae tellus generat leonum arida nutrix.
Strona 19 - Count not the tears of the long-gone years, With their moments of pain and sorrow, But laugh in the light of their memories bright, And treasure them all for the morrow; Then roll the song in waves along, While the hours are bright before us, And high and hale are the spires of Yale, Like guardians, towering o'er us. " Dream of the days when the rainbow rays Of Hope on our hearts fell lightly, And each fair hour some cheerful flower In our pathway blossomed brightly; And pour the song in joy along,...
Strona 19 - Summon our band from the prairie land, From the granite hills, dark frowning, From the lakelet blue, and the black bayou, From the snows our pine peaks crowning ; And pour the song in joy along, For the hours are bright before us, And grand and hale are the...
Strona 19 - Mid the tendrilled vines of feeling, Till a voice or a sigh floats softly by, Once more to the glad heart stealing; And roll the song on waves along, For the hours are bright before us, And in cottage and vale are the brides of Yale, Like angels, watching o'er us. "Clasp ye the hand 'neath the arches grand That with garlands span our greeting, With a silent prayer that an hour as fair May smile on each after meeting; And long may the song, the joyous song, Roll on in the hours before us, And grand...
Strona 36 - Alma Mater ! Alma Mater ! ere we visit thee more These elms may be falling, all moss-covered o'er ; Yet we'll tread thy old halls, though with ag'd footfall creeping, Their echoes shall wake joys that only were sleeping. Hurrah ! hurrah ! &c.
Strona 66 - Then swell the chorus louder, And make the old elms ring; Remember, fellows, one and all, This is our parting "sing," And blow the smoke and music out, In volume full and strong, Till old "Grove Hall," "York Square," and all Shall hear our farewell song.
Strona 65 - Hartford, this is a testimonial voted by each graduating class to the first legitimate boy whose father is a member of the class. At Yale College, a theory of this kind prevails, but it has never yet been carried into practice. I tell you what, my classmates, My mind it is made up, I'm coming back three years from this, To take that silver cup. I'll bring along the "requisite," A little white-haired lad, With "bib" and fixings all complete, And I shall be his "dad.
Strona 52 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.