A separate issue of part of The entertainer's song book ed. by J.E.CarpenterJoseph Edwards Carpenter 1867 |
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... Music's de food of love , my dear- I believe we can scrape a living there , Cries Pag , in the Wax Exhibition , Believe , & c . Says Bonaparte - I must complain , When a hop o ' my thumb , without a brain , Dare take an Emperor's name ...
... Music's de food of love , my dear- I believe we can scrape a living there , Cries Pag , in the Wax Exhibition , Believe , & c . Says Bonaparte - I must complain , When a hop o ' my thumb , without a brain , Dare take an Emperor's name ...
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... Music by SIR H. R. BISHOP . NOT at home ! not at home ! close my curtain again , Go and send the intruders away ; They may knock if they will , but ' tis labour in vain , For I'm not made up for the day . Though my ball was the best of ...
... Music by SIR H. R. BISHOP . NOT at home ! not at home ! close my curtain again , Go and send the intruders away ; They may knock if they will , but ' tis labour in vain , For I'm not made up for the day . Though my ball was the best of ...
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... Music by CLEMENT WHITE , FROM the sole of my head to the crown of my foot , I'm feeling the smart of sly Cupid's dart ; The door of my reason I've always kept shut , But he must have got in and rifled my heart ! I'm turn'd topsy - turvy ...
... Music by CLEMENT WHITE , FROM the sole of my head to the crown of my foot , I'm feeling the smart of sly Cupid's dart ; The door of my reason I've always kept shut , But he must have got in and rifled my heart ! I'm turn'd topsy - turvy ...
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... Music by GEORGE LINLEY , WHAT is London's last new lion ? Pray inform me , if you can ; Is't a woman of Kamschatka or an Otaheite man ? For my conversazione , you must send me something new , Don't forget me ! Oh I sigh for the éclat of ...
... Music by GEORGE LINLEY , WHAT is London's last new lion ? Pray inform me , if you can ; Is't a woman of Kamschatka or an Otaheite man ? For my conversazione , you must send me something new , Don't forget me ! Oh I sigh for the éclat of ...
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... Music by SIR H. R. BISHOP . THE men are all clubbing together , Abandoning gentle pursuits , They revel with birds of a feather , And dine in black neck - ties and boots . They've no party - spirit about them , ( My parties are stupid ...
... Music by SIR H. R. BISHOP . THE men are all clubbing together , Abandoning gentle pursuits , They revel with birds of a feather , And dine in black neck - ties and boots . They've no party - spirit about them , ( My parties are stupid ...
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Page 65 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 63 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 65 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing: My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
Page 83 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 91 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 134 - One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Page 18 - When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered, The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute...
Page 2 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 80 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Page 2 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!