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The Songs of Charles Dibdin. [110 Songs, without accompaniment.]
Volledige weergave - 1863
The Songs of Charles Dibdin: Chronologically Arranged, with Notes ..., Volume 2
Volledige weergave - 1842
arms battle beauty brave bring British Britons CHARLES DIBDIN charms comes cried dance danger dear death delight devil duty Echo ev'ry eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear feel fire fortune French girls give grace hand happy head hear heard heart honour hope Jack keep kind King lads lady land laugh life's live look Lord lovers mind Miss morning Nancy nature ne'er never night o'er once pain play pleasure Poll poor pretty round sail sailor shilling ship sing smile song SONGS OF CHARLES soon soul sound sure sweet tars tear tell thee thing thou thought Till took true truth turn Twas wife wind wish wounded young
Pagina 418 - In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pagina 190 - WHY, what's that to you, if my eyes I'ma wiping ? A tear is a pleasure, d'ye see in its way ; Tis nonsense for trifles, I own, to be piping! But they that han't pity, why I pities they. Says the captain, says he (I shall never forget it), " If of courage you'd know, lads, the true from the sham, 'Tis a furious lion in battle, so let it, But, duty appeased, 'tis in mercy a lamb.
Pagina 41 - I'd all the world in lovely Nan. I love my duty, love my friend, Love truth and merit to defend, — To...
Pagina 418 - NOT a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Pagina 49 - Sweet sailing with a favoring breeze ; But, oh ! much sweeter than all these, Is Jack's delight — his lovely Nan. The needle, faithful to the north, To show of constancy the worth, A curious lesson teaches man ; The needle, time may rust — a squall Capsize the binnacle and all, Let seamanship do all it can; My love in worth shall higher rise : Nor time shall rust, nor squalls capsize My faith and truth to lovely Nan.
Pagina 147 - The ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The hedger joins the vacant strain, The woodman sings the woodland thorough, The shepherd's pipe delights the plain. Where'er the anxious eye can roam, Or ear receive the jocund pleasure, Myriads of beings thronging, flock, Of Nature's song to join the measure; Till, to keep time, the village clock Sounds sweet the...
Pagina 418 - 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!
Pagina 173 - In deaf ning concert shall their pond'rous hammers clang, And into symmetry the mass incongruous beat, To save from adverse winds and waves the gallant British fleet.
Pagina 41 - But, oh ! much sweeter than all these, Is Jack's delight, — his lovely Nan. The needle, faithful to the north, To show of constancy the worth, A curious lesson teaches man ; The needle, time may rust, — a squall Capsize the binnacle and all, Let seamanship do all it can : My love in worth shall higher rise, — Nor time shall rust, nor squalls capsize My faith and truth to lovely Nan.