The Book of American Songs: With Notes, Biographical and HistoricalHoward Paul Ward and Lock, 1857 - 128 pages |
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... breeze I'll find a tone [ Music by Bellak . That whispers naught but love and thee . And every sound that greets my ear , And every object that I see , Will be to me more sweet , more dear , When mingled with the thoughts of thee . This ...
... breeze I'll find a tone [ Music by Bellak . That whispers naught but love and thee . And every sound that greets my ear , And every object that I see , Will be to me more sweet , more dear , When mingled with the thoughts of thee . This ...
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... breeze wafts its melodies near , Thy voice sweetly warbling in fancy I hear ; When bright loving visions at even - time gleam , I see thee before me in Love's golden dream . O'er my heart thy bright image its impress hath made : That ...
... breeze wafts its melodies near , Thy voice sweetly warbling in fancy I hear ; When bright loving visions at even - time gleam , I see thee before me in Love's golden dream . O'er my heart thy bright image its impress hath made : That ...
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... breeze , the wave , the trees , Their minstrelsy unite , But all are drear till thou appear , To decorate the night . The light of noon streams from the moon , Though with a milder ray , O'er hill and grove , like woman's love , It ...
... breeze , the wave , the trees , Their minstrelsy unite , But all are drear till thou appear , To decorate the night . The light of noon streams from the moon , Though with a milder ray , O'er hill and grove , like woman's love , It ...
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... breeze sways softly my dew - matted hair , And the stars with the bright billows lazily play ; No sound , save the streamlet , vibrates in the air , Yet vainly my lone couch would woo me away . That couch now is sad ; slumber courts it ...
... breeze sways softly my dew - matted hair , And the stars with the bright billows lazily play ; No sound , save the streamlet , vibrates in the air , Yet vainly my lone couch would woo me away . That couch now is sad ; slumber courts it ...
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... breeze is lightest , Still of thee , and only thee . Where the gently murmuring stream Lulls to soft and placid dream , Who forever lingers near me ? Who but thee , love ? only thee ! And if fear , or dark misgiving , Hover round with ...
... breeze is lightest , Still of thee , and only thee . Where the gently murmuring stream Lulls to soft and placid dream , Who forever lingers near me ? Who but thee , love ? only thee ! And if fear , or dark misgiving , Hover round with ...
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Page 54 - Woodman, spare that tree, Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now: 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And would'st thou hack it down?
Page 63 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Page 66 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 91 - ... Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Page 66 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Page 91 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 13 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its hold is frail — its...
Page 65 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Page 63 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure ; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing ! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well ; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 66 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto :