Davidson's Universal Melodist: Consisting of the Music and Words of Popular, Standard, and Original Songs, &c. Arranged So as to be Equally Adapted for the Sight-singer, the Performer on the Flute, Cornopean, Accordion, Or Any Other Treble Instrument, Volumul 1G.H. Davidson, 1853 |
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Pagina 187
... Miss Abrams , Poetry by Monk Lewis . 263 Cupid lovely charming Boy ! . 404 Cupid mid the Roses playing - J . P. Knight Cushlamachree - Irish Melody 97 For England , when , with fav'ring Gale For Freedom and his Native Land For ...
... Miss Abrams , Poetry by Monk Lewis . 263 Cupid lovely charming Boy ! . 404 Cupid mid the Roses playing - J . P. Knight Cushlamachree - Irish Melody 97 For England , when , with fav'ring Gale For Freedom and his Native Land For ...
Pagina 189
... Miss Smith 274 289 My Meerschaum Bowl - T . B. Brett ... 131 Love smiles our Cares away - A . Loder , Poetry by J. F. Kingston 181 My Mother's Bible - Henry Russell , Poetry by G. P. Morris 17 Love , they say , is like the Meteor - From ...
... Miss Smith 274 289 My Meerschaum Bowl - T . B. Brett ... 131 Love smiles our Cares away - A . Loder , Poetry by J. F. Kingston 181 My Mother's Bible - Henry Russell , Poetry by G. P. Morris 17 Love , they say , is like the Meteor - From ...
Pagina 190
... Miss Abrams ... ..... 341 ... 396 Onwards , my Bark ! o'er the green Waves fly Oons ! Neighbour ! ne'er blush for a rifle like this 308 Open thy Lattice , Love ! -Serenade , J. P. Knight . 17 Our Country is our Saip - Reeve 266 260 Our ...
... Miss Abrams ... ..... 341 ... 396 Onwards , my Bark ! o'er the green Waves fly Oons ! Neighbour ! ne'er blush for a rifle like this 308 Open thy Lattice , Love ! -Serenade , J. P. Knight . 17 Our Country is our Saip - Reeve 266 260 Our ...
Pagina 191
... Miss 261 The Adieu - Jackson 376 Saint Anthony sat on a lowly Stool Saint Patrick was a Gentleman 178 The Adventures of Major Longbow 351 205 The Anguish of my bursting Heart 29 Sally in our Alley - H . Carey ....... 112 Sally Pell - C ...
... Miss 261 The Adieu - Jackson 376 Saint Anthony sat on a lowly Stool Saint Patrick was a Gentleman 178 The Adventures of Major Longbow 351 205 The Anguish of my bursting Heart 29 Sally in our Alley - H . Carey ....... 112 Sally Pell - C ...
Pagina 192
... Miss Abrams .......... 396 The Friends ....... 258 The Gallant Troubadour - Poetry by Sir Walter Scott , adapted to a favourite French Air ....... 237 The Galvanic Ring - Irish Melody , Moore's ' O Nothing in Life can sadden us ...
... Miss Abrams .......... 396 The Friends ....... 258 The Gallant Troubadour - Poetry by Sir Walter Scott , adapted to a favourite French Air ....... 237 The Galvanic Ring - Irish Melody , Moore's ' O Nothing in Life can sadden us ...
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Allegretto Allegro Andante arms beauty bells blow blue bonny breast breath bright charms cold Composed cried dance dark Davidson dear death deep drink ev'ry eyes fair fear flow flow'rs fond give green grow hand happy head hear heard heart Henry hope hour I'll John kind lady land leave light live look Lord lov'd maid meet Melody mind Miss Moderato morn Music ne'er never night o'er once peace pleasure Poetry poor rest rose round seen sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon soul spirit sure sweet tear tell thee there's thing thou thought Till true turn Twas voice waves wife wild winds young youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 293 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Pagina 270 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Pagina 175 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Pagina 79 - I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part Some act by the delicate mind, Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart Already to sorrow resign'd.
Pagina 304 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Pagina 296 - 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 81 - Though his care she must forego ? When her little hands shall press thee, When her lip to thine is...
Pagina 175 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Pagina 175 - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Pagina 303 - The maiden paused, as if again She thought to catch the distant strain. With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.