The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language : with a Copious and Classified Index ...Jones and Company, 1834 |
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... there's always some wight .. 245 255 I'll tell you of sad accidents a long and dismal chapter 234 In Chester town a man there dwelt Oh , lud ! what a dreadful temptation 288 257 Oh , Venus ! sweet mamma of love ....... 291 In this ...
... there's always some wight .. 245 255 I'll tell you of sad accidents a long and dismal chapter 234 In Chester town a man there dwelt Oh , lud ! what a dreadful temptation 288 257 Oh , Venus ! sweet mamma of love ....... 291 In this ...
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... There's an isle clasped by waves in an emerald zone 258 The trees droop and wither ... .... 72 136 The wars are over , the spring is come .. 203 332 Though pure are the joys that from melody flow The sweet - brier grows in the merry ...
... There's an isle clasped by waves in an emerald zone 258 The trees droop and wither ... .... 72 136 The wars are over , the spring is come .. 203 332 Though pure are the joys that from melody flow The sweet - brier grows in the merry ...
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... THERE was an old widow lived some time ago in Estramadura , She fell very ill at the death of her first husband and ... there's too much mint - sauce to refuse her . RECITATIVE . But to silence all jokes , and the jeers of the folks ...
... THERE was an old widow lived some time ago in Estramadura , She fell very ill at the death of her first husband and ... there's too much mint - sauce to refuse her . RECITATIVE . But to silence all jokes , and the jeers of the folks ...
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... there's acting for ever in London's the rage , And performers who ne'er appeared on the stage ; Oh , yes , I am wrong , I their talents reproach , For some go to Acton a top of stage - coach . Oh , the fashion , & c . There are always ...
... there's acting for ever in London's the rage , And performers who ne'er appeared on the stage ; Oh , yes , I am wrong , I their talents reproach , For some go to Acton a top of stage - coach . Oh , the fashion , & c . There are always ...
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... There's your jolly M.P. in the Parliament - house , Goes there just for his ease , is as still as a mouse , And if he has slept , and debate being ended , He cries , Never mind , the least said ' s soonest mended . Oh , the fashion ...
... There's your jolly M.P. in the Parliament - house , Goes there just for his ease , is as still as a mouse , And if he has slept , and debate being ended , He cries , Never mind , the least said ' s soonest mended . Oh , the fashion ...
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Página 201 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich!
Página 173 - Eagle screams, and passes by. 'Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, 'Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, 'Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 'Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — 'No more I weep. They do not sleep. 'On yonder cliffs, a...
Página 249 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Página 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Página 52 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!
Página 195 - When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too...
Página 238 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Página 148 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Página 387 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 134 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.