Ten Years Ago

Ten years ago in this place we met; we meet as kindly now, we meet as kindly now.For Time for Time hath but little chang\u27d us yet, youth\u27s joyous lip and borw, youth\u27s joyous lip and brow.Above us the tree, the tree a canopy weaves, \u27tis a fanciful thought I know, \u27tis a fanciful thought I knowBut I almost could think they\u27re the same green leaves that were here Ten years ago! that were here Ten years ago! Ten years ago yet each word and look; are fresh as if just gone by are fresh as if just gone by;They were tracd they were trac\u27d in memry\u27s treasure book,And the ink seems scarcely dry, the ink seems scarcely scarcely dry. The Mariner\u27s bark, the bark has encounter\u27d storms, From his lip no complaint shall flow, From his lip no complaint shall flowIf the bark be but mann\u27d by the same gay forms that were here Ten years ago

No! Ne\u27er Can thy home Be Mine

[1st Voice] I have told thee how sweet the roses are, In my home beyond the sea; Where the darkeyed maid with her sweet guitar, Sits under the orange tree; Then fly, Oh! Fly from this isle of storm, Where all that is fair must pine, To a sky more blue and a sun more warm, Henceforth let my home be thine. [1st Voice] I will sing to thee, if with me thou’lt rove, The songs of the olden time, Thou wilt never compare with my ardent love, The love of this colder clime; Thou wilt scorn the fruits of thy mountain home, Beholding the purple vine; Then come to the land of my birth, Oh! come, henceforth let my home be thine. [2nd Voice] I have heard thee tell of a sky more blue, And a sun more warm than this, And I’ve sometimes thought if thy tale be true, To dwell in that clime were bliss. But Oh! When I gaze on my tranquil cot, Where the clematis boughs entwine, The land of the stranger tempts me not, No, never can thy home be mine. [2nd Voice] Alas! ‘tis plain that my mountain home, Must ever be scorn’d by thee, And may I not fear that a time will come, When thou wilt have scorn for me, And oh! there is one who loves me here, Who’s voice is less sweet than thine, To my simple taste is far more dear, No, ne’er can thy home be mine

Long Long Ago!

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,Long, long ago, long, long ago:Sing me the songs I delighted to hear,Long, long ago long ago:Now you are gone my grief is remov\u27d,Let me forget that so long you have rov\u27d,Let me believe that you love as you lov\u27d,Long, long ago, long ago: Do you remember the path where we met,Long long ago, long long ago.Ah yes you told me you ne\u27er would forget,Long long ago, long ago.Then to all others my smile you prefer\u27d,Love when you spoke gave a charm to each word,Still my heart treasures the praises I heard,Long long ago, long ago. Thought by your kindness my fond hopes were rais\u27d,Long long ago, long long ago,You by more eloquent lips have been prais\u27d,Long long ago, long ago,But by long absence your truth has been tried,Still to your accents I listen with pride,Blest as I was when I sat by your side,Long long ago, long ago

Come Dwell with Me : A Ballad

Come dwell, come dwell with meAnd our home shall be, home shall beA pleasant cot,In a tranquil spot,With a distant view of the changing sea,My cottage is a magic scene,The shelt\u27ring boughs seem ever green,The streamlet as it flows along,Is murmuring a fairy song,The streamlet as it flows along,Is murmuring a fairy song,Come dwell with me,Come, come, come, come,Dwell with me,Come dwell with me,Come dwell, dwell with me. The tendrils of a purple vine,Around the rustic porch shall twine,The woodbine and the wild rose flow\u27r,Will make each casement seem a bow\u27r,I will not let thee once regretThe gay saloons where first we met,\u27Twill be my pride to hear thee say,Love makes this valley far more gay,\u27Twill be my pride to hear thee say,Love makes this valley far more gay,Then dwell with me,Come dwell with me,Come, come, come, come,Dwell with me,Dwell with me,Come dwell, dwell with me

Veteran: A Ballad

It was a sabbath morn, The bell had chimed for church,And the young and gay were gathering Around the rustic porch.There came and aged man,In a solider\u27s garb was he;And gazing round the group,he cried, Do none remember me? The Veteran forgotHis friends were changed or gone;The many forms around his thereAs children he had known:He pointed to the spotWhere his dwelling used to be;Then told his name, and smiling said, You now remember me. A las! none knew him there, He pointed to a stoneOn which the name he breath\u27d was traced,A name to them unknown.And then the old man wept, I am friendless now cried he, Where I had many friends in youth Not one remembers me

Effects of Anacetrapib in Patients with Atherosclerotic Vascular Disease

BACKGROUND: Patients with atherosclerotic vascular disease remain at high risk for cardiovascular events despite effective statin-based treatment of low-density lipoprotein (LDL) cholesterol levels. The inhibition of cholesteryl ester transfer protein (CETP) by anacetrapib reduces LDL cholesterol levels and increases high-density lipoprotein (HDL) cholesterol levels. However, trials of other CETP inhibitors have shown neutral or adverse effects on cardiovascular outcomes. METHODS: We conducted a randomized, double-blind, placebo-controlled trial involving 30,449 adults with atherosclerotic vascular disease who were receiving intensive atorvastatin therapy and who had a mean LDL cholesterol level of 61 mg per deciliter (1.58 mmol per liter), a mean non-HDL cholesterol level of 92 mg per deciliter (2.38 mmol per liter), and a mean HDL cholesterol level of 40 mg per deciliter (1.03 mmol per liter). The patients were assigned to receive either 100 mg of anacetrapib once daily (15,225 patients) or matching placebo (15,224 patients). The primary outcome was the first major coronary event, a composite of coronary death, myocardial infarction, or coronary revascularization. RESULTS: During the median follow-up period of 4.1 years, the primary outcome occurred in significantly fewer patients in the anacetrapib group than in the placebo group (1640 of 15,225 patients [10.8%] vs. 1803 of 15,224 patients [11.8%]; rate ratio, 0.91; 95% confidence interval, 0.85 to 0.97; P=0.004). The relative difference in risk was similar across multiple prespecified subgroups. At the trial midpoint, the mean level of HDL cholesterol was higher by 43 mg per deciliter (1.12 mmol per liter) in the anacetrapib group than in the placebo group (a relative difference of 104%), and the mean level of non-HDL cholesterol was lower by 17 mg per deciliter (0.44 mmol per liter), a relative difference of -18%. There were no significant between-group differences in the risk of death, cancer, or other serious adverse events. CONCLUSIONS: Among patients with atherosclerotic vascular disease who were receiving intensive statin therapy, the use of anacetrapib resulted in a lower incidence of major coronary events than the use of placebo. (Funded by Merck and others; Current Controlled Trials number, ISRCTN48678192 ; ClinicalTrials.gov number, NCT01252953 ; and EudraCT number, 2010-023467-18 .)

Gaily the Troubadour Touch'd His Guitar

Gaily the troubadour touched his guitar, When he was hast'ning home from the war. Singing from Palestine hither I come; Lady love, lady love welcome me home. Singing from Palestine hither I come; Lady love, lady love welcome me home She, for the troubadour hopelessly wept, Sadly she thought of him when others slept. Singing in search of thee would I might roam; Troubadour, troubadour come to thy home. Singing in search of thee would I might roam; Troubadour, troubadour come to thy home. Hark! 'twas the troubadour breathing her name; Under the battlement softly he came. Singing, from Palestine, hither I come; Lady love, lady love, welcome me home. Singing from Palestine hither I come; Lady love, lady love welcome me homeThis song was written in the 1820s by English songwriter and dramatist, Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839), whose other songs include Long, Long Ago. It was popular in both England and America

I'd be a butterfly : a ballad sung with great applause by Mrs. Sharpe /

Mode of access: Internet.From the Thomas A. Edison Collection of American Sheet Music

Oh! tis the melody : a ballad /

Mode of access: Internet.From the Thomas A. Edison Collection of American Sheet Music

Gaily the troubadour touch'd his guitar /

Mode of access: Internet.From the Thomas A. Edison Collection of American Sheet Music