The goldfinch, or, New modern songster. Being a select collection of the most admired Scots and English songs, cantatas &c1782 |
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xi. oldal
... ease , how chearful each scene , 252 While the bee flies from bloffom to bloffom , and fips , 258 When milking my cow in a fine colour'd vale , When fummer comes , the fwains on Tweed , When first the eaft began to dawn , When the trees ...
... ease , how chearful each scene , 252 While the bee flies from bloffom to bloffom , and fips , 258 When milking my cow in a fine colour'd vale , When fummer comes , the fwains on Tweed , When first the eaft began to dawn , When the trees ...
14. oldal
... ease ; Jealous fears me ne'er moleft , Nor faithlefs vows fhall break my reft . Break my reft , break my reft , Nor faithlefs vows fhall break my Why should they ever give me pain , Who to give me joy disdain ? All I hope of mortal man ...
... ease ; Jealous fears me ne'er moleft , Nor faithlefs vows fhall break my reft . Break my reft , break my reft , Nor faithlefs vows fhall break my Why should they ever give me pain , Who to give me joy disdain ? All I hope of mortal man ...
27. oldal
... ease . For Damon . For my fhepherd , & c . Ye virgins of Britain , bright rivals of day , The wish of each heart , and the theme of each lay ; Ne'er yield to the fwain till he make you a wife , For he who loves truly will take you for ...
... ease . For Damon . For my fhepherd , & c . Ye virgins of Britain , bright rivals of day , The wish of each heart , and the theme of each lay ; Ne'er yield to the fwain till he make you a wife , For he who loves truly will take you for ...
51. oldal
... ease the brow of Care ? The fcepter'd king , the burden'd flave , The humble and the haughty die ; The rich , the poor , the bafe , the brave , In duft , without diftinction lie . Go fearch the tombs where monarchs reft , Who once the ...
... ease the brow of Care ? The fcepter'd king , the burden'd flave , The humble and the haughty die ; The rich , the poor , the bafe , the brave , In duft , without diftinction lie . Go fearch the tombs where monarchs reft , Who once the ...
66. oldal
... EASE , rude Boreas , bluft'ring railer , Lift ' ye landmen all to me ; Mefsmates , hear a brother failor Sing the dangers of the fea . From bounding billows , first in motion , When the distant whirlwinds rife , To the tempeft ...
... EASE , rude Boreas , bluft'ring railer , Lift ' ye landmen all to me ; Mefsmates , hear a brother failor Sing the dangers of the fea . From bounding billows , first in motion , When the distant whirlwinds rife , To the tempeft ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
anguiſh auld Auld Robin Gray beauty beſt bleffings bleft blifs blithe bloom bofom bonny braw breaſt charms chearful Chloe Colin conftant cou'd cry'd Daffin Damon dear delight Derry e'er eaſe ev'ry ewie eyes fafe faid fair fhade fhall fhepherd fhould figh fince fing firſt fmiles foft fome fond fong foon forpet forrow foul fport fpring frae ftill ftreams fuch fung fure fwain fweet gang grove ha'e hafte happy heart honeft Invermay Jamie Jenny Jockey kifs laffie lafs lov'd lover Maggy maid merry mild ale mind morn mufic muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pleafing pleaſe pleaſure pow'r rapture reft rofe roſe roving Rule Britannia ſhall ſhe SONG ſports ſtill ſtray ſweet Taleo tell thee There's nae luck theſe thofe thou thouſand thro Twas weel wife wine young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
101. oldal - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
5. oldal - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
17. oldal - Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, 'Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!
6. oldal - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
42. oldal - Tullochgorum ? May choicest blessings still attend Each honest open-hearted friend, And calm and quiet be his end, And a' that's good watch o'er him ! May peace and plenty be his lot, Peace and plenty, peace and plenty, May peace and plenty be his lot, And dainties a great store o...
186. oldal - Are the groves and the valleys as gay, And the shepherds as gentle as ours ? The groves may perhaps be as fair, And the face of the valleys as fine ; The swains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine.
186. oldal - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
17. oldal - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: They gie'd him my hand, tho' my heart was in the sea; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
85. oldal - I broke my sheep-hook, And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook; No more for Amynta fresh garlands I wove; For ambition, I said, would soon cure me of love. Oh, what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta? Why broke I my vow?
41. oldal - Tullochgorum's my delight, It gars us a' in ane unite, And ony sumph that keeps up spite, In conscience I abhor him. Blithe and merry we'll be a', Blithe and merry, blithe and merry, Blithe and merry we'll be a' And mak a cheerfu' quorum. For blithe and merry we'll be a' As lang as we hae breath to draw, And dance, till we be like to fa', The Reel o