The Western Bell: A Collection of Glees, Quartetts and Choruses

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O. Ditson & Company, 1857 - Choruses (Mixed voices) with piano - 199 pages

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Page 94 - Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal — a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing, In russet gown, and apron blue. The village church, among the trees, Where first our marriage vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven.
Page 33 - Oh, lift me from the grass ! 1 die, I faint, I fail ! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : Oh ! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ? Very few perhaps are familiar with these lines, yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Page 155 - WE cross the prairie as of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the West, as they the East, The homestead of the free...
Page 45 - perhaps I may know it ; In my road it may be, And if you'll carry me, It will give me much pleasure to show it. Great strength you have got, Which, alas ! I have not, In my legs so fatigued every nerve is ; For the use of your back, For the eyes which you lack, My pair shall be much at your service." Said the other poor man : " What an excellent plan ! Pray get on my shoulders, good brother ; I see all mankind, If they are but inclined, May constantly help one another.
Page 101 - I remember now the plashing sound Of the bucket as it fell. Our homestead had an ample hearth, Where at night we loved to meet ; There my mother's voice was always kind, And her smile was always sweet; And there...
Page 155 - ... rivers flow ; The blessing of our Mother-land Is on us as we go. We go to plant her common schools On distant prairie swells, And give the Sabbaths of the wild The music of her bells. Upbearing, like the Ark of old, The Bible in our van, We go to test the truth of God Against the fraud of man. No pause, nor rest, save where the streams That feed the Kansas run...
Page 184 - The flowers of feeling will fade at their birth, If the dew of affection be gone. Be kind to thy brother, wherever you are, The love of a brother shall be An ornament purer and richer by far Than pearls from the depth of the sea.
Page 197 - IN slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay; His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind; But watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away, And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind.
Page 188 - Home again, home again, From a foreign shore, And oh it fills my soul with joy, To meet my friends once more...

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