Partition complète, pour New Musical et Vocal Cabinet. Comprising a Selection of pour most Favorite anglais, Scotch & Irish Melodies, Arranged pour pour voix, violon, flûte &c. As Sung at pour Theatres, & Harmonic Meetings

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Jouez la partition de pour New Musical et Vocal Cabinet. Comprising a Selection of pour most Favorite anglais, Scotch & Irish Melodies, Arranged pour pour voix, violon, flûte &c. As Sung at pour Theatres, & Harmonic Meetings partition complète, chansons, fruit du travail de Various. La partition classique dédiée aux instruments comme:

• voix(s)
• violon
• flûte

La partition enchaine plusieurs mouvements et l'on retrouve ce genre de musique classée dans les genres

• chansons
• pour 1 voix
• pour voix non accompagnées
• partitions pour voix
• pour violon
• partitions pour violon
• pour 1 musicien
• pour flûte
• partitions pour flûte
• pour voix, violon
• pour voix avec solo instruments
• pour voix, flûte
• langue anglaise

Visualisez encore tout une collection de musique pour violon, voix(s), flûte sur YouScribe, dans la rubrique Partitions de musique classique.
Edition: London: Thos. Kelly, 1820.

Sujets

• Classique
• Flute
• Violin
• Voix
• Various

Informations

• Publié par: VARIOUS
• Nombre de lectures: 58
• Licence : Libre de droits
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 13 Mo

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The passion they so long conceal'd,
And William lost his dear.
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gang the youth assail'dA ruffian
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tender for the offing stood,The
the yieldingThe cutter skimm'd flood,
hatch'd him in the hold.They
troubled walks the beach in haste,She look'd the wat'ry waste;And
floatingAnd by the wave
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to the grave.Two lovers
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Whate'er my condition, why should I repine,
By poverty never distress'd
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A treasure enshrin'd in my breast.
That blessing, ye pow'rs, still it my lot,be
The choicest best gifts from above
Still fixed in my heart, shall be never forgot,
That the wealth of the cottage is love.
A TRAVELLER STOPP'D AT A WIDOWS GATE.
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And tho' 'tis confess'd that the prejudice goes
Very strongly in favour of wearing a nose,
snout.Yet a nose shouldn't look like a
A bag full of gold on the table he laid
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widow and maid,Thad a wondrous effect on the
And they quickly grew marvellously civil.
The money immediately alter'd the case,
his snout,Theywere charm'dwith his hump,and and his face,
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widow a smack,paid like a prince, gave thelie
like a sackhis horse at the door ;And flopp'd on
chink,touching theWhile the landlady,
" this country again,Sir, should you travelCried,
that the sweetest of menI heartily hope
widow's to drink."Will stop at the
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right, hecried one; you're serv'd toWhy d'ye wonder!
sure,
Tackle is poor.Tom Tackle was rich, now TomOnce
high maxims and sitch,see, vers'd inI ben't, you
poor and rich ?this same honour concernBut don't
wherefrom,from good hearts, I can't seeIf it don't come
had a good heart, 'twas Tom.And, damme, if e'er tar
other, Tom never did right,Yet, somehow or
when to spare or to fightknew better the timeNone
leak, once preserv'd crew and ship,He, by finding a
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all one Tom could endure,And yet for this, no
was poor.I fancies as how, 'twas because he;
TOM TACXLE.
last an old shipmate, thatAt Tom might hail land,
Who saw that his heart sail'd too fast for his hand,
In the riding of comfort a mooring to find,
Reefd the sails of Tom's fortune that shook in the wind
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He gave him enough through life's ocean to steer,
Be the breeze what it might, steady thus or no near
His pittance is daily, and yet Tom imparts
What he can to his friends and may; all honest hearts,
Like Tom Tackle, have what keeps the wolf from the (toor,
Just enough to he gen'rous, too much to be poor.10
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There was bustling Bob Bounce, for the Old One not caring,
Helter-skelter to work, pelt away, cut and drive,
Swearing he, for his part, had no notion of sparing,
And as for a foe, why he'd eat him alive !
But when that he'd found an old prisoner he'd wounded,
That once sav'd. his life, as near drowning he swam,
The lion was tam'd, and with pity confounded
He cried over him just as meek as a lamb.
that my friend Jack or Tom I would rescue from danger,
Or lay my life down for each lad in the mess,—Is nothing at all 'tis the poor wounded stranger,
And the poorer the more I should succour distress,
For however their duty bold tars may delight in,
AndI peril defy as a bugbear or flam,
Tho' the lion may feel surly pleasurem fighting,
He'll feel more by compassion when turn'd to a lamb; ;
FLY NOT YET.12
heart and the eyes, you see, feel the same motion.The
the same endAnd if both shed their drops, 'tis all to
And thus 'tis that ev'ry tight lad of the ocean
Sheds his for his country, his tears for his friendblood
shall die on,Ifmy maxim's disease, 'tis disease I
damnYou may snigger and titter, I don't care a
me paw of a lion,In let the foe find the
the heart of a lamb.But, the battle once ended,
YET.FLY NOT
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