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 5
... round me steal , De last low murmur ob dis life shall be , sweet Lucy Neal . O poor Lucv Neal , & c . And he us to sing de good old song , ob ' Go it while you're young ; ' He sung so long , and sung so loud , dat he scar'd de pigs and ...
... round me steal , De last low murmur ob dis life shall be , sweet Lucy Neal . O poor Lucv Neal , & c . And he us to sing de good old song , ob ' Go it while you're young ; ' He sung so long , and sung so loud , dat he scar'd de pigs and ...
Pagina 9
... round : Far away on the wave , I look back to the shore , With a heart that scarce heeds if I see it no more . There are playthings & pleasures on land , it is true , But there's naught like the billow , so fresh and so blue ! There are ...
... round : Far away on the wave , I look back to the shore , With a heart that scarce heeds if I see it no more . There are playthings & pleasures on land , it is true , But there's naught like the billow , so fresh and so blue ! There are ...
Pagina 12
... round her cot , All the charms , all the charms of my Em - i - ly knew ; How oft has its course been for - got , While it paus'd , while it paus'd her dear image to view ! How oft has its course been forgot , While it paus'd , while it ...
... round her cot , All the charms , all the charms of my Em - i - ly knew ; How oft has its course been for - got , While it paus'd , while it paus'd her dear image to view ! How oft has its course been forgot , While it paus'd , while it ...
Pagina 15
... Round the green mea - dows so blithe and so mer - ry ! My songs are of plea - sure and beau - ty , ' tis true , But I but OH ! COULD I BID THE DAYS RETURN . Irish Melody , to the Air , When first I met thee . ' Oh ! could I bid the days ...
... Round the green mea - dows so blithe and so mer - ry ! My songs are of plea - sure and beau - ty , ' tis true , But I but OH ! COULD I BID THE DAYS RETURN . Irish Melody , to the Air , When first I met thee . ' Oh ! could I bid the days ...
Pagina 17
... round the hearth - stone us'd to close , After the evening pray'r , And speak of what this volume said , In tones my heart would thrill ; - Though they are with the silent dead , Here are they living still ! My father read this holy ...
... round the hearth - stone us'd to close , After the evening pray'r , And speak of what this volume said , In tones my heart would thrill ; - Though they are with the silent dead , Here are they living still ! My father read this holy ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
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.