National, Patriotic and Typical Airs of All Lands: With Copious NotesH. Coleman, 1890 - 283 páginas |
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National, Patriotic And Typical Airs Of All Lands John Philip Sousa Sin vista previa disponible - 1977 |
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Página 106 - My native country, thee, — Land of the noble free, — Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Página 13 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto—
Página 117 - To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles, thine. Rule...
Página 235 - 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', Let him follow me!
Página 237 - Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing, Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow.
Página 16 - And every time they fired it off It took a horn of powder, It made a noise — like father's gun, Only a nation louder.
Página 29 - Oíd mortales, el grito sagrado: ¡Libertad! ¡Libertad! ¡Libertad! Oíd el ruido de rotas cadenas: Ved en trono a la noble igualdad. Se levanta a la faz de la tierra Una nueva y gloriosa nación, Coronada su sien de laureles, Y a sus plantas rendido un león.
Página 106 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song ; Let mortal tongues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. 4 Our fathers...
Página 236 - twas Claver'se who spoke, " Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. " Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!