The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 |
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... I'll think on thee , Thou leav'st me many a bitter token ; For see , distracting woman , see My peace is gone , my heart is broken . THE MINUTE GUN . WHEN in the storm on Albion's A CHOICE COLLECTION MARY, I BELIEVED THEE TRUE. ...
... I'll think on thee , Thou leav'st me many a bitter token ; For see , distracting woman , see My peace is gone , my heart is broken . THE MINUTE GUN . WHEN in the storm on Albion's A CHOICE COLLECTION MARY, I BELIEVED THEE TRUE. ...
Strona 11
... I'll drink all the day and I'll revel all night : As great as a monarch the moments I'll pass , The bottle my globe , and the sceptre my glass . The tables my throne , and tavern my court , The drawers my subjects , and drinking my ...
... I'll drink all the day and I'll revel all night : As great as a monarch the moments I'll pass , The bottle my globe , and the sceptre my glass . The tables my throne , and tavern my court , The drawers my subjects , and drinking my ...
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... I'll knock you down ! " All day for a wandering mumper pass , All night - oh ! a barn , a buxom lass . I'm clothed in rags , & c . www . ADIEU , MY NATIVE LAND , ADIEU . ADIEU , my native land , adieu ! The vessel spreads her swelling ...
... I'll knock you down ! " All day for a wandering mumper pass , All night - oh ! a barn , a buxom lass . I'm clothed in rags , & c . www . ADIEU , MY NATIVE LAND , ADIEU . ADIEU , my native land , adieu ! The vessel spreads her swelling ...
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... I'll call again to - morrow , Ma'am , Said my very nice young man . From house he scarce was out of sight , When from the lower rooms , A servant maid came in a fright , And cried , He's stole the spoons ! Ah ! fetch him back , Mamma ...
... I'll call again to - morrow , Ma'am , Said my very nice young man . From house he scarce was out of sight , When from the lower rooms , A servant maid came in a fright , And cried , He's stole the spoons ! Ah ! fetch him back , Mamma ...
Strona 23
... I'll tell you the reason why , sir , Here's a sceptre and ball of my own . To sit all night through in a crown , I've a notion my can it would freeze , So I pull my own nightcap down , And tipple and smoke at my ease . For I am , & c ...
... I'll tell you the reason why , sir , Here's a sceptre and ball of my own . To sit all night through in a crown , I've a notion my can it would freeze , So I pull my own nightcap down , And tipple and smoke at my ease . For I am , & c ...
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Strona 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, 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.
Strona 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Strona 47 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Strona 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Strona 14 - 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...
Strona 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Strona 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Strona 378 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Strona 379 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Strona 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...