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Pagina 29
... toil'd all the night , and had taken naught ; He commanded the stormy sea , They let down their nets , and of fishes caught An hundred and fifty - three . And good success to our boats He will send , If we trust in His mercy aright ...
... toil'd all the night , and had taken naught ; He commanded the stormy sea , They let down their nets , and of fishes caught An hundred and fifty - three . And good success to our boats He will send , If we trust in His mercy aright ...
Pagina 33
... toil - lot lies on its boiling breast , And our wealth's in the glorious sea : And we've hymn'd in the grasp of the fiercest night , To the God of the sons of toil , As we cleft the wave by its own white light , And bore off its scaly ...
... toil - lot lies on its boiling breast , And our wealth's in the glorious sea : And we've hymn'd in the grasp of the fiercest night , To the God of the sons of toil , As we cleft the wave by its own white light , And bore off its scaly ...
Pagina 34
... toils , for some on shore , With a hopeful eye fix'd calm on the sky , And a hand on the broken oar . Then oh ! for ... toil will with plenty repay , Then to the market we'll gaily away ; Bright eyes there wait our returning , And watch ...
... toils , for some on shore , With a hopeful eye fix'd calm on the sky , And a hand on the broken oar . Then oh ! for ... toil will with plenty repay , Then to the market we'll gaily away ; Bright eyes there wait our returning , And watch ...
Pagina 40
... toil ! Oh ! he who loves the harvest free , Will sing where'er he roams . God bless the English peasantry , And give them happy homes . God speed the plough of England , We'll hail thee with three cheers , And here's to those whose ...
... toil ! Oh ! he who loves the harvest free , Will sing where'er he roams . God bless the English peasantry , And give them happy homes . God speed the plough of England , We'll hail thee with three cheers , And here's to those whose ...
Pagina 42
... toil that is rife with good ; - Never Sultan or Dey had such power as they , To withhold or to offer food . THE BARLEY - MOWERS ' SONG . MARY HOWITT . BARLEY - MOWERS here we stand , One , two , three , a steady band ; True of heart and ...
... toil that is rife with good ; - Never Sultan or Dey had such power as they , To withhold or to offer food . THE BARLEY - MOWERS ' SONG . MARY HOWITT . BARLEY - MOWERS here we stand , One , two , three , a steady band ; True of heart and ...
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afloat bless boast boatie rows bonnie boys brave breeze British British Grenadiers brothers brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek cheer coming Davidson's dear deep earth ERSKINE CLARKE eyes fair faith Farewell father fear flag frae gale grain guard hand happy harvest hath hear heart Hearts of oak hero honest hope Household treasures Hurrah ivy green John Anderson labour land MARY HOWITT merry merry England morn Music at Z. T. nane like you-there's Nannie ne'er Never give night noble o'er old England outward bound owre young plough proud rich rink-a-tink a-tink round Rule Britannia sail ship shore sing smile song sorrow stormy tempests blow Strike the iron strong SUNSET TREE tears thee there's nae luck thine thou toil true Trust Tubal Cain voice wave wealth weel wife wind you-there's nane Z. T. Purday's
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Pagina 72 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Pagina 72 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Pagina 10 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Pagina 24 - Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Pagina 98 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Pagina 73 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Pagina 87 - Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that; Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may,— As come it will for a' that,— That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a
Pagina 60 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...
Pagina 104 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Pagina 120 - Tis a lesson you should heed, Try, try, try again ; If at first you don't succeed, Try, try, try again. Then your courage should appear, For if you will persevere, You will conquer, never fear, Try, try, try again.