Sixty Patriotic Songs of All Nations, Volume 1

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Sir Granville Bantock
Oliver Ditson Company, 1913 - National songs - 151 pages
 

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FANTASTIC. NATIONAL SONGS OF ALL THE COUNTRIES ARE SO SOOTHING THAT IT CAN NOT BE EXPRESSED IN WORDS. I SALUTE ALL.
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Page xvii - Lero, lero, liliburlero,' that made an impression on the [king's] army, that cannot be imagined by those that saw it not. The whole army, and at last the people, both in city and country, were singing it perpetually. And perhaps never had so slight a thing so great an effect.
Page xvi - 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.
Page 149 - La Colonia y las mismas murallas Del tirano en la Banda Oriental, Son letreros eternos que dicen: Aquí el brazo argentino triunfó; Aquí el fiero opresor de la patria Su cerviz orgullosa dobló.
Page 15 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Page 149 - Desde un polo hasta el otro resuena De la fama el sonoro clarín Y de América el nombre enseñando, Les repite ¡mortales! Oíd: ¡Ya su trono dignísimo abrieron Las Provincias Unidas del Sud! Y los libres del mundo responden: ¡Al gran Pueblo Argentino, Salud!
Page 128 - Behold the chief who now commands, Once more to serve his country, stands — The rock on which the storm will beat, The rock on which the storm will beat; But, armed in virtue firm and true, His hopes are fixed on Heaven and you.
Page xv - tis of thee, Sweet land of Liberty, Of thee I sing ; Land where my fathers died, Land of the Pilgrim's pride, From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring.
Page 49 - So lang sich hohe Dome In seinem Spiegel sehn! Sie sollen ihn nicht haben, Den freien deutschen Rhein, So lang dort kühne Knaben Um schlanke Dirnen frein, So lang die Flosse hebet Ein Fisch auf seinem Grund, So lang ein Lied noch lebet In seiner Sänger Mund!
Page 149 - De los nuevos campeones los rostros Marte mismo parece animar; La grandeza se anida en sus pechos; A su marcha todo hacen temblar. Se conmueven del Inca las tumbas Y en sus huesos revive el ardor, Lo que ve renovando a sus hijos De la Patria el antiguo esplendor.
Page xv - Heil dir im Siegerkranz 1 . Heil dir im Siegerkranz, Herrscher des Vaterlands, Heil, Kaiser, dir! Fühl' in des Thrones Glanz Die hohe Wonne ganz, Liebling des Volks zu sein. Heil, Kaiser, dir!

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