Hearty staves of heart-music (selected) by J.E. Clarke |
Från bokens innehåll
Resultat 1-5 av 15
Sida 6
... hill he turn'd To take a last fond look Of the valley and the village church , And the cottage by the brook ; He listen'd to the sounds So familiar to his ear ; And the soldier lean'd upon his sword , And wiped away a tear . Beside the ...
... hill he turn'd To take a last fond look Of the valley and the village church , And the cottage by the brook ; He listen'd to the sounds So familiar to his ear ; And the soldier lean'd upon his sword , And wiped away a tear . Beside the ...
Sida 8
... hills and dales their fathers own'd , Or cottage poor and low . ' Tis no slight thing to part from home , Whate'er that home may be ; To trust a doubtful future , on The wild and stormy sea . But while the tide of life rolls on , The ...
... hills and dales their fathers own'd , Or cottage poor and low . ' Tis no slight thing to part from home , Whate'er that home may be ; To trust a doubtful future , on The wild and stormy sea . But while the tide of life rolls on , The ...
Sida 22
... hill . Again , again the pealing drum , The clashing horn , they come , they come ; Thro ' rocky pass , o'er wooded steep , In long and glittering files they sweep , And nearer , nearer , yet more near , Their soften'd chorus meets the ...
... hill . Again , again the pealing drum , The clashing horn , they come , they come ; Thro ' rocky pass , o'er wooded steep , In long and glittering files they sweep , And nearer , nearer , yet more near , Their soften'd chorus meets the ...
Sida 37
... 'll return to her nest back again . " THE FARMER'S BOY . THE sun had set behind yon hills , Across the dreary moor , When weary and lame a poor boy came , Up to a farmer's door . " Can you tell me , " said he , HEART - MUSIC . 37.
... 'll return to her nest back again . " THE FARMER'S BOY . THE sun had set behind yon hills , Across the dreary moor , When weary and lame a poor boy came , Up to a farmer's door . " Can you tell me , " said he , HEART - MUSIC . 37.
Sida 45
... hills , to - morrow's noon The gather'd stock must see , And with the loads of yellow corn Shall groan the axle - tree ! The frost , my boys , will soon be here And winter's on the way , - These glorious days will never , boys , For ...
... hills , to - morrow's noon The gather'd stock must see , And with the loads of yellow corn Shall groan the axle - tree ! The frost , my boys , will soon be here And winter's on the way , - These glorious days will never , boys , For ...
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
Vanliga ord och fraser
afloat bless boast boatie rows bonnie boys brave breeze British British Grenadiers brothers brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek cheer coming Davidson's dear deep earth ERSKINE CLARKE eyes fair faith Farewell father fear flag frae gale grain guard hand happy harvest hath hear heart Hearts of oak hero honest hope Household treasures Hurrah ivy green John Anderson labour land MARY HOWITT merry merry England morn Music at Z. T. nane like you-there's Nannie ne'er Never give night noble o'er old England outward bound owre young plough proud rich rink-a-tink a-tink round Rule Britannia sail ship shore sing smile song sorrow stormy tempests blow Strike the iron strong SUNSET TREE tears thee there's nae luck thine thou toil true Trust Tubal Cain voice wave wealth weel wife wind you-there's nane Z. T. Purday's
Populära avsnitt
Sida 72 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Sida 72 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Sida 10 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Sida 24 - Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Sida 98 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Sida 73 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Sida 87 - Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that; Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may,— As come it will for a' that,— That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a
Sida 60 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...
Sida 104 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Sida 120 - Tis a lesson you should heed, Try, try, try again ; If at first you don't succeed, Try, try, try again. Then your courage should appear, For if you will persevere, You will conquer, never fear, Try, try, try again.