Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National AirsW. B. Gilley, 1825 - 300 σελίδες |
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... round the wine 33 Dear harp of my country 90 Down in the valley come meet me to - night 111 Drink of this cup 109 Drink to her , who long 37 Erin ! the tear and the smile in thine eye 1 From of the Library James B. Angell ...
... round the wine 33 Dear harp of my country 90 Down in the valley come meet me to - night 111 Drink of this cup 109 Drink to her , who long 37 Erin ! the tear and the smile in thine eye 1 From of the Library James B. Angell ...
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... round the sun Oh , banquet not in those shining bowers Oh , blame not the bard , if he fly to the bowers Oh , breathe not his name - let it sleep in the shade Oh , doubt me not - the season Oh , for the swords of former times 59 106 43 ...
... round the sun Oh , banquet not in those shining bowers Oh , blame not the bard , if he fly to the bowers Oh , breathe not his name - let it sleep in the shade Oh , doubt me not - the season Oh , for the swords of former times 59 106 43 ...
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... bosom 86 Come , send round the wine 33 Dear harp of my country 90 Down in the valley come meet me to - night 111 Drink of this cup 109 Drink to her , who long 37 Erin ! the tear and the smile in thine eye 1 2 From the Library of ...
... bosom 86 Come , send round the wine 33 Dear harp of my country 90 Down in the valley come meet me to - night 111 Drink of this cup 109 Drink to her , who long 37 Erin ! the tear and the smile in thine eye 1 2 From the Library of ...
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... round the sun Oh , banquet not in those shining bowers Oh , blame not the bard , if he fly to the bowers Oh , breathe not his name - let it sleep in the shade Oh , doubt me not - the season Oh , for the swords of former times Oh , had ...
... round the sun Oh , banquet not in those shining bowers Oh , blame not the bard , if he fly to the bowers Oh , breathe not his name - let it sleep in the shade Oh , doubt me not - the season Oh , for the swords of former times Oh , had ...
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... the bowl Yes , sad one of Sion - if closely resembling You remember Ellen , our hamlet's pride 1 * 46 40 82 96 107 75 SACRED SONGS . Almighty God ! when round thy shrine INDEX . › Yes, sad one of Sion-if closely resembling ...
... the bowl Yes , sad one of Sion - if closely resembling You remember Ellen , our hamlet's pride 1 * 46 40 82 96 107 75 SACRED SONGS . Almighty God ! when round thy shrine INDEX . › Yes, sad one of Sion-if closely resembling ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Air-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty Behold the sun blest bliss bloom blushes bosom bower bowl breath bright brow castanet chain charm cloud cold dark daylight dies dear dream e'en e'er earth Erin ev'ning ev'ry eyes fade fair Fanny fare thee farewell feel flowers gloom glory golden Golden Bay gondolier gone harp hast hath heart heaven hope hour hudhud Irish isle JAMES DILL lapwing Lesbia light lips look look'd Lord lov'd Love bound Love-knots Love's lover lute maid Minstrel Boy moonlight morning mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er once remember roses round Saint scribble-hy shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit spring sprite star summer sweet tears tell there's thine thou art thought thro to-night Twas Twill warm wave weep wild wind wing young youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 83 - 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 ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
Σελίδα 46 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh ! I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
Σελίδα 122 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Σελίδα i - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Σελίδα 27 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Σελίδα 232 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm...
Σελίδα 126 - SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! JEIIOVAH has triumph'd, — his people are free. Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting ! the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave-. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! JEHOVAH has triumph'd — his people are free.
Σελίδα 126 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Σελίδα 122 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Σελίδα 257 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.