The thousand best songs in the world, selected and arranged by E.W. ColeHutchinson & Company, 1892 - 381 pagina's |
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Allan Water angel B. C. Stephenson beauty bells birds bless bliss bloom blue Bond Street bonnie Book bosom breast breath bright brow Burlington Street Chappell & Co charms cheek cheer Cherry Ripe dance dear dearest dream eyes fade fair farewell flowers fond fondly forget friends gentle girl golden gone good-bye hand happy hear heard heart heaven High Holborn hope hour kind permission kiss life's light lips little darling London lonely love thee love's maiden meet merry morning mother Music Music-sellers ne'er neath never night o'er once pain pass'd permission of Chappell permission of Sheard Regent Street ring Robert Cocks rose Sheard & Co shine sigh sing sleep smile soft Songs sorrow soul stars sweet sweetest sweetly tears tell tender there's thine thou art true Twas Twill voice wait weary weep words
Populaire passages
Pagina 271 - 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. 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,...
Pagina 65 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Pagina 84 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pagina 65 - Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Pagina 11 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Pagina 65 - With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
Pagina 24 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Pagina 215 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pagina 28 - Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Pagina 24 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.