Heart and Home Songs. Original and SelectedHatchards, 1876 - 292 pagini |
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... Brave Old Oak 117 The Mill Wheel 109 The Shepherd's Sabbath Song 118 Song of the Haymakers 110 The Shepherd Boy 119 All among the Barley . III The Blacksmith 120 Working Songs .— ( Continued . ) PAGE PAGE Strike viii Contents .
... Brave Old Oak 117 The Mill Wheel 109 The Shepherd's Sabbath Song 118 Song of the Haymakers 110 The Shepherd Boy 119 All among the Barley . III The Blacksmith 120 Working Songs .— ( Continued . ) PAGE PAGE Strike viii Contents .
Pagina x
... Brave ! . • 241 · 239 Home , Wounded • · 242 National Songs . God save our Island Home ! God bless the Prince of Wales 247 The Boys and Girls of Eng- 248 land ! God bless them ! 253 Rule Britannia 249 The Chimes of England · 254 Hurrah ...
... Brave ! . • 241 · 239 Home , Wounded • · 242 National Songs . God save our Island Home ! God bless the Prince of Wales 247 The Boys and Girls of Eng- 248 land ! God bless them ! 253 Rule Britannia 249 The Chimes of England · 254 Hurrah ...
Pagina xi
... brave and pure - dwelling enshrined in the sweet sanctuaries of heart and home . After ' Songs for the Children ' we come to ' Sacred Songs , ' and by no unnatural transition , for ' out of the mouth of babes ' has been perfected the ...
... brave and pure - dwelling enshrined in the sweet sanctuaries of heart and home . After ' Songs for the Children ' we come to ' Sacred Songs , ' and by no unnatural transition , for ' out of the mouth of babes ' has been perfected the ...
Pagina xii
... brave and simple , and pure and free . " I have here to acknowledge — and I do so gratefully — much kind help , both from authors and publishers . I am specially in- debted to Mr. Charles Mackay , whose kind liberality placed at my ...
... brave and simple , and pure and free . " I have here to acknowledge — and I do so gratefully — much kind help , both from authors and publishers . I am specially in- debted to Mr. Charles Mackay , whose kind liberality placed at my ...
Pagina 68
... brave and true . Much less displeased will mother be , Much happier you will feel , Than if you'd done what you ought not , And managed to conceal . When we've been sly or mean or false , Though we are not found out , There's something ...
... brave and true . Much less displeased will mother be , Much happier you will feel , Than if you'd done what you ought not , And managed to conceal . When we've been sly or mean or false , Though we are not found out , There's something ...
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BARONESS NAIRNE beauty bells Beneath birds bless blest blithe bloom blossoms blow blue boatie rows bonny boys brave breast breath breeze Bregenz bright Brixham CHARLES MACKAY cheer child chimes cowslips cuckoo flower daisies dark dear deep doth dreamland's flowers earth ELIZA COOK England eyes fair Father fire flax-flower glory God's golden green green days groweth hand happy hath hear heart Heave heaven hill holy Hurrah labour land land-ho light live lonely Lord MARY HOWITT merrily merry merry England morning Mountain Daisy never night o'er old oaken bucket peace pray primrose rest rink-a-tink round Rule Britannia shining shore sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring storm summer-time sunshine sweet SYDNEY Dobell tears tell thee there's thine things thou thought toil Twas Tyrol violet voice watch waves weary weel weep wild wind
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Pagina 84 - ... King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee.
Pagina 166 - HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells .' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme.
Pagina 177 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Pagina 49 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Pagina 46 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Pagina 191 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Pagina 196 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie, In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...
Pagina 167 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Pagina 7 - PACK, clouds, away; and welcome, day; With night we banish sorrow: Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft, To give my love good-morrow. Wings from the wind to please her mind. Notes from the lark I'll borrow : Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing, To give my love good-morrow.
Pagina 12 - THE stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam ; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.