The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 pages |
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... And now ' tis gone for ever . O joy is but a passing ray , Lovers ' hearts beguiling : A gleam that cheers a winter's day , Just a moment smiling . But tho ' in hopeless dark despair , The thread OF NATIONAL SONGS . 13.
... And now ' tis gone for ever . O joy is but a passing ray , Lovers ' hearts beguiling : A gleam that cheers a winter's day , Just a moment smiling . But tho ' in hopeless dark despair , The thread OF NATIONAL SONGS . 13.
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Quaver. But tho ' in hopeless dark despair , The thread of life may sever , Yet while it beats , dear maid , I swear My heart is thine for ever . ...... BRUCE'S ADDRESS . SCOTS , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled ! Scots , wham Bruce has aften ...
Quaver. But tho ' in hopeless dark despair , The thread of life may sever , Yet while it beats , dear maid , I swear My heart is thine for ever . ...... BRUCE'S ADDRESS . SCOTS , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled ! Scots , wham Bruce has aften ...
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... gladness And wept each other's tears . I have never known a sorrow , That was long unsoothed by thee , For thy smile can make a summer , Where darkness else would be . Like the leaves that fall around us , In Autumn's 26 A CHOICE ...
... gladness And wept each other's tears . I have never known a sorrow , That was long unsoothed by thee , For thy smile can make a summer , Where darkness else would be . Like the leaves that fall around us , In Autumn's 26 A CHOICE ...
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... dark career , Be sure the hand most daring there Has wip'd away a tear . BEHOLD HOW BRIGHTLY . BEHOLD how brightly breaks the morning , Though bleak our lot , our hearts are warm , Inur'd to toil , all danger scorning , We'll hail the ...
... dark career , Be sure the hand most daring there Has wip'd away a tear . BEHOLD HOW BRIGHTLY . BEHOLD how brightly breaks the morning , Though bleak our lot , our hearts are warm , Inur'd to toil , all danger scorning , We'll hail the ...
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... dark storm on the pitiless deep . And I've seen all the lands that are famous in story , And many fair damsels to gain me have strove ; But I said in my heart I do love that Llangollen , And sweet Jenny Jones too , in truth I do love ...
... dark storm on the pitiless deep . And I've seen all the lands that are famous in story , And many fair damsels to gain me have strove ; But I said in my heart I do love that Llangollen , And sweet Jenny Jones too , in truth I do love ...
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Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...