Heart and Home Songs. Original and SelectedHatchards, 1876 - 292 pagini |
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... go to Sea no more 280 • The Siege of Hensburg 262 The Fisher - lad of Scotland 281 Hofer at Innsbruck 264 My Mary • 283 The Light Brigade 265 The Milk - pail 284 The Story of the ' Birkenhead ' 266 The Farmer's Boy • 285 A True Hero ...
... go to Sea no more 280 • The Siege of Hensburg 262 The Fisher - lad of Scotland 281 Hofer at Innsbruck 264 My Mary • 283 The Light Brigade 265 The Milk - pail 284 The Story of the ' Birkenhead ' 266 The Farmer's Boy • 285 A True Hero ...
Pagina 5
... Goes wandering at its own will , And yet doth ever flow aright . And on its full , deep breast serene , Like quiet isles my duties lie ; It flows around them and between , And makes them fresh and fair and green , Sweet homes wherein to ...
... Goes wandering at its own will , And yet doth ever flow aright . And on its full , deep breast serene , Like quiet isles my duties lie ; It flows around them and between , And makes them fresh and fair and green , Sweet homes wherein to ...
Pagina 9
Mary Elizabeth Townsend. BRIDAL SONG . SHE . WHERE thou goest I will go , Gladly following e'en till death : Nought shall sever us below From first kiss to latest breath ; From the altar's holy ' yes ' To the ' farewell's ' bitterness ...
Mary Elizabeth Townsend. BRIDAL SONG . SHE . WHERE thou goest I will go , Gladly following e'en till death : Nought shall sever us below From first kiss to latest breath ; From the altar's holy ' yes ' To the ' farewell's ' bitterness ...
Pagina 12
... Go to God's temple then , O twain ! With loving friends to guide ; Made one by Him , return again , While He , too , walks beside : Pass gladly to your door -- may ye One in true love for ever be ; God's voice amid your voices heard ...
... Go to God's temple then , O twain ! With loving friends to guide ; Made one by Him , return again , While He , too , walks beside : Pass gladly to your door -- may ye One in true love for ever be ; God's voice amid your voices heard ...
Pagina 20
... goes Through fields and forest mazes . The fragrant hawthorn , white with bloom , Fills all the uplands airy ; The grass is dry , the sky is clear-- Let's go a - maying , Mary ! I dearly love , in days like this , When birds make music ...
... goes Through fields and forest mazes . The fragrant hawthorn , white with bloom , Fills all the uplands airy ; The grass is dry , the sky is clear-- Let's go a - maying , Mary ! I dearly love , in days like this , When birds make music ...
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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.