Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National AirsW. B. Gilley, 1825 - 300 páginas |
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... of the tomb 145 Weep , weep for him , the man of God 158 Were not the sinful Mary's tears 150 Where is your dwelling , ye sainted 165 Who is the maid my spirit seeks 142 NATIONAL AIRS . All that's bright must fade 173 A INDEX . vii.
... of the tomb 145 Weep , weep for him , the man of God 158 Were not the sinful Mary's tears 150 Where is your dwelling , ye sainted 165 Who is the maid my spirit seeks 142 NATIONAL AIRS . All that's bright must fade 173 A INDEX . vii.
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... spirit there is , whose fragrant sigh 252 Can I again that look recall 253 Cease , oh cease , to tempt 216 Come hither , come hither by night or by day · 254 Couldst thou look as dear as when 238 Dear aunt , in the olden time of love ...
... spirit there is , whose fragrant sigh 252 Can I again that look recall 253 Cease , oh cease , to tempt 216 Come hither , come hither by night or by day · 254 Couldst thou look as dear as when 238 Dear aunt , in the olden time of love ...
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... the bowl round merrily 241 She has beauty , but still you must keep 217 Spirit of joy ! thy altar lies 268 Tell me not of joys above The beam of morning trembling 273 242 The brilliant black eye There's a bower of roses by INDEX . xi.
... the bowl round merrily 241 She has beauty , but still you must keep 217 Spirit of joy ! thy altar lies 268 Tell me not of joys above The beam of morning trembling 273 242 The brilliant black eye There's a bower of roses by INDEX . xi.
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... Spirit above , Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh ! bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live , The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give , Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! The ...
... Spirit above , Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh ! bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live , The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give , Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! The ...
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... ! But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Oh ! then my spirit around shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . How oft has the Benshee cried ! Air - The IRISH MELODIES . 27.
... ! But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Oh ! then my spirit around shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . How oft has the Benshee cried ! Air - The IRISH MELODIES . 27.
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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
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Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.