Melodies, Duets, Trios, Songs, and Ballads, Pastoral, Amatory, Sentimental, Patriotic, Religious, and Miscellaneous. Together with Metrical Epistles, Tales and Recitationsauthor, 1831 - 288 |
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Melodies, Duets, Trios, Songs, and Ballads, Pastoral, Amatory, Sentimental ... Samuel Woodworth Podgląd niedostępny - 2012 |
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Strona 9 - And now, far removed from the loved habitation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well— The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket that hangs in the well
Strona 215 - Ye gentlemen and ladies fair, Who grace this famous city, Just listen, if ye've time to spare, While I rehearse a ditty ; And for the opportunity, Conceive yourselves quite lucky, For 'tis not often that you see, A hunter from Kentucky. Oh ! Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky, The hunters of Kentucky.
Strona 217 - twas vain to fight Where lead was all their booty, And so they wisely took to flight, And left us all the beauty. And now, if danger e'er annoys, Remember what our trade is, Just send for us Kentucky boys, And we'll protect you, Ladies.
Strona 216 - For well he knew what aim we take, With our Kentucky rifles ; So he led us down to Cypress swamp, The ground was low and mucky ; There stood John Bull, in martial pomp, And here was Old Kentucky. Oh ! Kentucky, &c. A bank was raised to hide our breast, Not that we thought of dying,
Strona 104 - Be wise then, ye maidens, nor seek admiration By dressing for conquest, and flirting with all $ You never, whate'er be your fortune or station, Appear half so lovely at rout or at ball, As gaily convened at a work-covered table, Each cheerfully active and playing her part, Beguiling the task with a song or a fable,
Strona 216 - A bank was raised to hide our breast, Not that we thought of dying, Behind it stood our little force— None wished it to be greater, For every man was half a horse, And half an alligator. Oh ! Kentucky, &c. They did not let our patience tire, Before they showed their faces— We did not choose to waste our fire, So snugly kept our places
Strona 158 - For you this heart must ever burn— O bless me with a kind return ; My love no language can express, Reward it then with happiness ; Nothing on earth but you I prize, All else is trifling in my eyes ; And cheerfully would I resign The wealth of worlds, to call you
Strona 180 - pitying eye, No powerful arm to save, was nigh, Or aid our feeble powers ; He saw — He came — He fought alone, And conquered evils not his own, That we might conquer ours. Temptation's thorny path He trod, In form, a man — in soul, a God, And trod the path alone ; In vain the direst fiends
Strona 157 - wooed a fair, Of virtue, wealth, and graces rare ; But vainly had preferr'd his claim, The maiden own'd no answering flame ; At length, by doubt and anguish torn, Suspense, too painful to be borne, Low at her feet he humbly kneel'd, And thus his ardent flame reveal'd
Strona 212 - She comes ! attended by a sparkling train ; The Naiads of the West her nuptials grace ; She meets the sceptred father of the main, And in his heaving bosom hides her virgin face. Rising from their watery cells, Tritons sport upon the tide, And gaily blow their