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 186
... Blue Bonnets over the Border 132 Beside the lone Sea - Melody by Bellini .......... 290 Betty Wade and Mr. Solomon - Hook ....... Bide ye yet - Old Scotch Song Billy Vite and Nelly Green ... Bind thy Brow - J . M. Jolly , Poetry by ...
... Blue Bonnets over the Border 132 Beside the lone Sea - Melody by Bellini .......... 290 Betty Wade and Mr. Solomon - Hook ....... Bide ye yet - Old Scotch Song Billy Vite and Nelly Green ... Bind thy Brow - J . M. Jolly , Poetry by ...
Pagina 191
... blue ... 65 The Deep Blue Sea - Charles Arnold ............ 204 Spring is blooming over Earth 21 Spring Song - Reisinger , the Poetry from the German 315 Stay , sweet Enchanter of the Grove . 72 The Deep Blue Wave - F . H. S. Pendleton ...
... blue ... 65 The Deep Blue Sea - Charles Arnold ............ 204 Spring is blooming over Earth 21 Spring Song - Reisinger , the Poetry from the German 315 Stay , sweet Enchanter of the Grove . 72 The Deep Blue Wave - F . H. S. Pendleton ...
Pagina 192
... Blue - J . Blewitt , Poetry by Douglas Jerrold ... 365 The Kiss , dear Maid - Poetry by Lord Byron The Knitting - Girl - Haydn The Lad with the Carrotty Poll - Knight 292 The Laird o ' Cockpen - Old Scottish Song 239 The Land in the ...
... Blue - J . Blewitt , Poetry by Douglas Jerrold ... 365 The Kiss , dear Maid - Poetry by Lord Byron The Knitting - Girl - Haydn The Lad with the Carrotty Poll - Knight 292 The Laird o ' Cockpen - Old Scottish Song 239 The Land in the ...
Pagina 194
... blue - Shakspeare .. 106 When Eve's dark Shadow's closing .. When first in Lunnun I arriv'd Why tarries my Knight - Mrs . W. Marshall Why weep ye by the Tide , Lady ? Widow Glib and Sir Steeple - Poetry by G. Daniel 167 Widow Walmsley's ...
... blue - Shakspeare .. 106 When Eve's dark Shadow's closing .. When first in Lunnun I arriv'd Why tarries my Knight - Mrs . W. Marshall Why weep ye by the Tide , Lady ? Widow Glib and Sir Steeple - Poetry by G. Daniel 167 Widow Walmsley's ...
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... blue ! There are things of rare speed , but my own little bark Runs a beautiful race , in the day or the dark ! On , on through the tide ! let the wind do its worst ; Let the lightning leap out , and the thunder - cloud burst ; Up , up ...
... blue ! There are things of rare speed , but my own little bark Runs a beautiful race , in the day or the dark ! On , on through the tide ! let the wind do its worst ; Let the lightning leap out , and the thunder - cloud burst ; Up , up ...
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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.