Davidson's Universal Melodist: Consisting of the Music and Words of Popular, Standard, and Original Songs, &c. Arranged So as to be Equally Adapted for the Sight-singer, the Performer on the Flute, Cornopean, Accordion, Or Any Other Treble Instrument, 1±ÇG.H. Davidson, 1853 |
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... Melody , In the Morning of Life ' 409 Blow , blow , thou Winter's Wind - Dr . Arne ..... 54 Blow , ye gentle Breezes - From Auber's ' Crown Jewels , ' Poetry by G. Soane 83 Blow , ye Winds - Verdi's ' Nino , ' Poetry by G. Soane 116 ...
... Melody , In the Morning of Life ' 409 Blow , blow , thou Winter's Wind - Dr . Arne ..... 54 Blow , ye gentle Breezes - From Auber's ' Crown Jewels , ' Poetry by G. Soane 83 Blow , ye Winds - Verdi's ' Nino , ' Poetry by G. Soane 116 ...
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... Melody 226 207 ( 5 172 Crazy Jane - Miss Abrams , Poetry by Monk Lewis . 263 Cupid lovely charming Boy ! . 404 Cupid mid the Roses playing - J . P. Knight Cushlamachree - Irish Melody 97 For England , when , with fav'ring Gale For ...
... Melody 226 207 ( 5 172 Crazy Jane - Miss Abrams , Poetry by Monk Lewis . 263 Cupid lovely charming Boy ! . 404 Cupid mid the Roses playing - J . P. Knight Cushlamachree - Irish Melody 97 For England , when , with fav'ring Gale For ...
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... Melody I'm gwin to see my lubly Dinah ..... 219 66 347 with Translation by G. Soane , A.B ..... 147 Honest Bob of ... Melody , Moore's ' Nora Creina , ' the Poetry by Leman Rede ...... 150 Hymn to Freedom - Irish Melody , ' Down beside ...
... Melody I'm gwin to see my lubly Dinah ..... 219 66 347 with Translation by G. Soane , A.B ..... 147 Honest Bob of ... Melody , Moore's ' Nora Creina , ' the Poetry by Leman Rede ...... 150 Hymn to Freedom - Irish Melody , ' Down beside ...
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... 10 Liberty's Appeal - Peninsular Melody , Poetry by John Bowring , L.L.D. 344 Life let us cherish - Mozart . 95 Mother ! thou didst watch my Infant Eye .... page 273 Mrs. Waddle , of Chickabiddy Lane 336 Murmur , gentle Lyre ...
... 10 Liberty's Appeal - Peninsular Melody , Poetry by John Bowring , L.L.D. 344 Life let us cherish - Mozart . 95 Mother ! thou didst watch my Infant Eye .... page 273 Mrs. Waddle , of Chickabiddy Lane 336 Murmur , gentle Lyre ...
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... Melody by Spohr 283 O Mary at thy Window be ... 270 68 O Love ! I defy'd thee this Bosom to move ...... 395 O Love is just like Gaming - Irish Melody , Moore's ' To Ladies ' Eyes , ' the Poetry by Leman Rede .. O Love is the Soul of a ...
... Melody by Spohr 283 O Mary at thy Window be ... 270 68 O Love ! I defy'd thee this Bosom to move ...... 395 O Love is just like Gaming - Irish Melody , Moore's ' To Ladies ' Eyes , ' the Poetry by Leman Rede .. O Love is the Soul of a ...
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293 ÆäÀÌÁö - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
270 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part Some act by the delicate mind, Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart Already to sorrow resign'd.
304 ÆäÀÌÁö - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
296 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though his care she must forego ? When her little hands shall press thee, When her lip to thine is...
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
303 ÆäÀÌÁö - The maiden paused, as if again She thought to catch the distant strain. With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.