The New England and Bay State Glee Book: A Collection of Glees, Madrigals, and Four-part Songs, Selected from the Best Masters. Together with Original Compositions, Adapted to the Wants of Select Social Glee Classes, and the Private Circles
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Página 85 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 85 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that ! For a
Página 85 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that! For a
Página 36 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Página 36 - 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.
Página 29 - ... your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low: Why so slow? — do you wait till I shrink from the pain?
Página 30 - SWEET is the hour that brings us home, Where all will spring to meet us ; Where hands are striving as we come, To be the first to greet us. When the world hath spent its frowns and wrath, And care been sorely pressing ; 'Tis sweet to turn from our roving path, And find a fireside blessing. Oh ! joyfully dear is the homeward track, If we are but sure of a welcome back.