Magazine of Wit and American Harmonist: Containing a Collection of the Most Admired Anecdotes, and a Variety of the Best Songs, Chiefly Composed in Honour of the Naval and Military Victories Gained During the Late War : Embellished with a Representation of Perry's Victory |
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... look so slight an affair , ought in prudence to have applied to the king of England for redress : he did neither : stung with the supposed mockery , he , in a fit of passion issued letters of reprisal . Several En- glish vessels were ...
... look so slight an affair , ought in prudence to have applied to the king of England for redress : he did neither : stung with the supposed mockery , he , in a fit of passion issued letters of reprisal . Several En- glish vessels were ...
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... look them over ; on a sudden a gust of wind arose , and carried all the papers down the stream , except one , which , as it had money in it , was too heavy to be blown away . ' 6 At no time of life should a man give up the thoughts of ...
... look them over ; on a sudden a gust of wind arose , and carried all the papers down the stream , except one , which , as it had money in it , was too heavy to be blown away . ' 6 At no time of life should a man give up the thoughts of ...
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... Look down from the clouds with bright aspects serene , Come soldiers , a tear and a toast to their memory , Rejoicing they'll see us as once they have been . To us the high boon by the gods has been granted , To spread the glad tidings ...
... Look down from the clouds with bright aspects serene , Come soldiers , a tear and a toast to their memory , Rejoicing they'll see us as once they have been . To us the high boon by the gods has been granted , To spread the glad tidings ...
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... look'd down to blush , and she look'd 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 , said young Lochinvar . So stately his form and so lovely ...
... look'd down to blush , and she look'd 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 , said young Lochinvar . So stately his form and so lovely ...
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... look'd , and heav'd such a sigh , too , I really believe he'd a tear in his eye , too ; If he can forget it , I can't say that I do , Down by yon banks where the waves gently flow . THE LIGHT HOUSE . BY THOMAS MOORE . THE Scene was more ...
... look'd , and heav'd such a sigh , too , I really believe he'd a tear in his eye , too ; If he can forget it , I can't say that I do , Down by yon banks where the waves gently flow . THE LIGHT HOUSE . BY THOMAS MOORE . THE Scene was more ...
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Page 96 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ; " She is won ! we are gone ! over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 95 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 124 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Page 89 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Page 134 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Page 81 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming ? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Page 94 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 89 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Page 123 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet...
Page 141 - Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair : And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly, Ah, many's the time and oft! But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft.