Wit and Mirth: Or, Pills to Purge Melancholy: Being a Collection of the Best Merry Ballads and Songs, Old and New. Fitted to All Humours, Having Each Their Proper Tune for Either Voice, Or Instrument: Most of the Songs Being New Set... London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-20, 6. kötet1720 |
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... Beauty , like Kingdoms not for one , Beneath a cool Shade Amaryllis Boasting Fops who court the Fair , C II 195 203 217 270 314 7 OME here's a good Health , Cupid make your Virgin's tender , 8 17 Corinna I excuse thy Face , 34 Chloe ...
... Beauty , like Kingdoms not for one , Beneath a cool Shade Amaryllis Boasting Fops who court the Fair , C II 195 203 217 270 314 7 OME here's a good Health , Cupid make your Virgin's tender , 8 17 Corinna I excuse thy Face , 34 Chloe ...
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... Beauty unkind , From Father Hopkins , Fickle Bliss , fantastick Treasure , Fill the Glass fill , fill , Farewel my useless Scrip , Fates I defie , I defie your Advances , Farewel Chloe , O farewel ,. G GOD Prosper long our Gracious ...
... Beauty unkind , From Father Hopkins , Fickle Bliss , fantastick Treasure , Fill the Glass fill , fill , Farewel my useless Scrip , Fates I defie , I defie your Advances , Farewel Chloe , O farewel ,. G GOD Prosper long our Gracious ...
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... Beauty 131 132 161 169 Must Love , that Tyrant of the My Theodora can those Eyes , NOW dry up thy Tears , N No , no , poor suffering Heart , New Pyramid's raise , Never sigh , but think of kissing , Now , now the Queen's Health , 294 ...
... Beauty 131 132 161 169 Must Love , that Tyrant of the My Theodora can those Eyes , NOW dry up thy Tears , N No , no , poor suffering Heart , New Pyramid's raise , Never sigh , but think of kissing , Now , now the Queen's Health , 294 ...
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... Beauty leave my Breast , Tell me why so long , III 114 ' Tis a foolish mistake , 115 Tell me , tell me , charming 128 Tho ' thou'rt ugly and Old , 143 Tho ' you make no return , 149 The King is gone to Oxon Town , 158 Tho ' I love and ...
... Beauty leave my Breast , Tell me why so long , III 114 ' Tis a foolish mistake , 115 Tell me , tell me , charming 128 Tho ' thou'rt ugly and Old , 143 Tho ' you make no return , 149 The King is gone to Oxon Town , 158 Tho ' I love and ...
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... Beauty such as yours , When crafty Fowlers would Who can Dorinda's Beauty view , When embracing my Friends , Why will Clemene when I gaze , E Commons and Peers , YE Y You guess by my wither'd Face , You Friends to Reformation , Young ...
... Beauty such as yours , When crafty Fowlers would Who can Dorinda's Beauty view , When embracing my Friends , Why will Clemene when I gaze , E Commons and Peers , YE Y You guess by my wither'd Face , You Friends to Reformation , Young ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA alass Banter'd Beauty blest Body bonny Boys brave Calia Canting Crew Charms CONJURING Book cou'd cry'd Cupid DANIEL PURCELL dear derry Dog of War doth Drink e'er ev'ry Eyes Fair fantastick Fate fear Fene Fool Fove give Gossip Foan green Broom happy happy's Haut-boys play Heart HENRY PURCELL huzza JAMES HART JOHN ECCLES Jolly kind King Kiss Ladies Lass let the Haut-boys live Lord lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid Marry merry ne'er never Night Nose Nymph o'er Pain Passion Phillis pity Play call'd play'd Pleasure poor pray prithee PURCELL Queen quoth scorn Shela Shepherd shou'd Sighs Sing Sir Hugh Smock SONG Soul Strephon Sung Swain sweet tell thee There's rare thou Toping Town Trumpets Tune Twas Twill undone us'd vext Whigs Whilst Wife Wine wou'd young
Népszerű szakaszok
364. oldal - Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be...
87. oldal - Be concealed from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him By having him...
163. oldal - Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! All other ills, though sharp they prove, Serve to refine, and perfect love: In absence, or unkind disdain, Sweet hope relieves the lover's pain.
89. oldal - LOVE would lend wings to follow, and will find out the way ! There is no striving to cross his intent ! There is no contriving, his plots to prevent ! But if once the message greet him, that his True Love doth stay ; If Death should come and meet him ; LOVE will find outtheway ! THE FAIRIES
274. oldal - Should foggy Opdam chance to know Our sad and dismal story ; The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe, And quit their fort at Goree : For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind ! With a fa, &c.
364. oldal - She could doat on so lowly a Clown, Or that her fond Heart would not grieve To forsake the fine Folk of the Town? To think that a beauty so gay, So kind and so constant would prove; Or go clad like our Maidens in Gray, Or live in a Cottage on Love? What tho' I have Skill to complain, Tho' the Muses my Temples have crown'd; What tho' when they hear my soft Strain, The Virgins sit weeping around.
57. oldal - Venus here will chuse her dwelling, And forsake her Cyprian groves. Cupid, from his fav'rite nation, Care and envy will remove; Jealousy that poisons passion, And despair that dies for love. Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Sighs that blow the fire of love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. Ev'ry swain shall pay his duty, Grateful ev'ry nymph shall prove ; And as these excel in beauty, Those shall be renown'd for love.
363. oldal - OHOSTS." .UISPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply ; And the brook, in return to his pain. Ran mournfully murmuring by. " Alas, silly swain that I was !" Thus sadly complaining, he cry'd, " When first I beheld that fair face, 'Twere better by far I had dy'd.
364. oldal - twas a pleasure too great. I listen'd and cry'd, when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ? How foolish was I to believe She could doat on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve, To forsake the fine folk of the town ? To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant would prove ; Or go clad like our maidens in...