Songs, Ballads, and Sacred SongsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1849 - 284 pagina's |
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Pagina 26
... sound But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech - tree . And , " Here in this lone little wood , " I exclaim'd , " With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye , " Who would blush when I prais'd her , and weep if I blam'd , " How ...
... sound But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech - tree . And , " Here in this lone little wood , " I exclaim'd , " With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye , " Who would blush when I prais'd her , and weep if I blam'd , " How ...
Pagina 37
... sound of lutes and mandolins , To steal young hearts away . Then , come to me when daylight sets ; Sweet ! then come to me , When smoothly go our gondolets O'er the moonlight sea . Oh , then's the hour for those who love , Sweet ! like ...
... sound of lutes and mandolins , To steal young hearts away . Then , come to me when daylight sets ; Sweet ! then come to me , When smoothly go our gondolets O'er the moonlight sea . Oh , then's the hour for those who love , Sweet ! like ...
Pagina 46
... SOUNDS THE CASTANET . ( MALTESE AIR . ) GAILY sounds the castanet , Beating time to bounding feet , When , after daylight's golden set , Maids and youths by moonlight meet , Oh , then , how sweet to move Through all 46 SONGS AND BALLADS .
... SOUNDS THE CASTANET . ( MALTESE AIR . ) GAILY sounds the castanet , Beating time to bounding feet , When , after daylight's golden set , Maids and youths by moonlight meet , Oh , then , how sweet to move Through all 46 SONGS AND BALLADS .
Pagina 96
... SOUND UP and march ! the timbrel's sound Wakes the slumb'ring camp around ; Fleet thy hour of rest hath gone , Armed sleeper , up , and on ! Long and weary is our way O'er the burning sands to - day ; But to pilgrim's homeward feet Ev'n ...
... SOUND UP and march ! the timbrel's sound Wakes the slumb'ring camp around ; Fleet thy hour of rest hath gone , Armed sleeper , up , and on ! Long and weary is our way O'er the burning sands to - day ; But to pilgrim's homeward feet Ev'n ...
Pagina 97
... Sounds from all the minarets . Cheer thee ! - soon shall signal lights , Kindling o'er the Red Sea heights , Kindling ... sound of hostile drum Proclaim below , " We come - we come , " ' The watchmen , in the camp of the caravans , go ...
... Sounds from all the minarets . Cheer thee ! - soon shall signal lights , Kindling o'er the Red Sea heights , Kindling ... sound of hostile drum Proclaim below , " We come - we come , " ' The watchmen , in the camp of the caravans , go ...
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Pagina 39 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, 'Whose lights are fled Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Pagina 250 - And it came to pass, that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians...
Pagina 28 - 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.
Pagina 32 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...
Pagina 243 - 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.
Pagina 242 - ... o'ershadows all the earth and skies like some dark beauteous bird whose plume is sparkling with unnumbered eyes that sacred gloom those fires divine so grand so countless Lord are thine...
Pagina 20 - THEY made her a grave, too cold and damp " For a soul so warm and true ; " And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, ' " Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp,
Pagina 264 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary ; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.
Pagina 28 - ... past ! Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ! But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past ! Utawas tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Pagina 250 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.