The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 páginas |
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... asked me out to dance ; I blushed and whispered No , no , no , Then smiling , dropt my fan , For how could I refuse to dance , He was such a nice young man . The dance now o'er , my hand he took , 20 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
... asked me out to dance ; I blushed and whispered No , no , no , Then smiling , dropt my fan , For how could I refuse to dance , He was such a nice young man . The dance now o'er , my hand he took , 20 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
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Quaver. The dance now o'er , my hand he took , And led me to a seat , And sighing , gave me such a look , I'd ne'er seen one so sweet . Refreshments begged of me to take , I did the dainties scan , Alas ! I'd lost my appetite , He was ...
Quaver. The dance now o'er , my hand he took , And led me to a seat , And sighing , gave me such a look , I'd ne'er seen one so sweet . Refreshments begged of me to take , I did the dainties scan , Alas ! I'd lost my appetite , He was ...
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... took a meal of my usual diet . Got better , and ' scaped from death's cold clutch , Physic since to the dogs I throw , Happy and gay , I pass each day ; And when I am summon'd where all must go , I'm determined to die in the natural way ...
... took a meal of my usual diet . Got better , and ' scaped from death's cold clutch , Physic since to the dogs I throw , Happy and gay , I pass each day ; And when I am summon'd where all must go , I'm determined to die in the natural way ...
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... the place was fill'd , But every one he nearly kill'd , For the soldier's arm had been so drill'd , That once in action , it could'nt be still'd . Ri too ral , & c . They took him at once before the Mayor , His OF NATIONAL SONGS . 67.
... the place was fill'd , But every one he nearly kill'd , For the soldier's arm had been so drill'd , That once in action , it could'nt be still'd . Ri too ral , & c . They took him at once before the Mayor , His OF NATIONAL SONGS . 67.
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Quaver. They took him at once before the Mayor , His arm kept moving all the while there , The Mayor cried , " Shake your fist if you dare ! " When the steam arm knock'd him out of his chair . Ri too ral , & c . This rais'd in court a ...
Quaver. They took him at once before the Mayor , His arm kept moving all the while there , The Mayor cried , " Shake your fist if you dare ! " When the steam arm knock'd him out of his chair . Ri too ral , & c . This rais'd in court a ...
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Adam Bell adieu Allan water auld lang syne Bay of Biscay beauty bell bless blest blow blue boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom boys brave breast breath bright charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane cried Cushendall dear death drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair flower Gravesend green hand happy Hark hath head hear heard heart hearts of oak kiss lady land larning lass live Llangollen loo ral look look'd lov'd love thee love's lover maid meet merrily merry merry England morning ne'er never night nose Number o'er Paddy peace pleasure poor queen Ri too ral roam rose Rule Britannia Sambo shore sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tear tell there's thine thou thought Tol de rol Troubadour Twas twill waves wife wild wind wine young
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Página 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 47 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Página 14 - 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 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Página 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Página 378 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 379 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Página 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...