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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... Maid , All own the Young Sylvia is A Swain in despair , As I came down the hey Land Town , A Folly young Grocer of London Town , As it befel upon one time , A Taylor good Lord , in the Time of Vacation , 229 237 239 247 248 251 261 262 ...
... Maid , All own the Young Sylvia is A Swain in despair , As I came down the hey Land Town , A Folly young Grocer of London Town , As it befel upon one time , A Taylor good Lord , in the Time of Vacation , 229 237 239 247 248 251 261 262 ...
. oldal
... Maid Vobis magnis parvis dicam W WHILST Phillis is Drinking , WWar , War and Battle now no more , What shall I do ... Maids , 156 What state of Life can be , 163 When Jockey first I saw , 165 When Dido was a Carthage Queen , We merry ...
... Maid Vobis magnis parvis dicam W WHILST Phillis is Drinking , WWar , War and Battle now no more , What shall I do ... Maids , 156 What state of Life can be , 163 When Jockey first I saw , 165 When Dido was a Carthage Queen , We merry ...
13. oldal
... Love wounds beyond curing , And the Liquor like Oil makes the flame more en- during . The first SONG , Sung by Mr. PRINCE , in the Maid in the Mill . J H OW long , how long shall I pine PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 13.
... Love wounds beyond curing , And the Liquor like Oil makes the flame more en- during . The first SONG , Sung by Mr. PRINCE , in the Maid in the Mill . J H OW long , how long shall I pine PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 13.
37. oldal
... Maid , am afraid ; Consider Damon no , no , no , no , no , no , no , I'm a Maid . At last his Sighs and Tears made way , She rose and softly turn'd the Key ; Come in said she , but do not , do not stay , I may conclude , you will be ...
... Maid , am afraid ; Consider Damon no , no , no , no , no , no , no , I'm a Maid . At last his Sighs and Tears made way , She rose and softly turn'd the Key ; Come in said she , but do not , do not stay , I may conclude , you will be ...
43. oldal
... Maid never stood To make a Denial , but granted his Request , And now she's with a jolly Sailor , Sailor blest . Blest , blest , And now she's with a jolly Sailor , Sailor blest . 3 CUPID'S Courtesie . T THROUGH HROUGH the cold shady ...
... Maid never stood To make a Denial , but granted his Request , And now she's with a jolly Sailor , Sailor blest . Blest , blest , And now she's with a jolly Sailor , Sailor blest . 3 CUPID'S Courtesie . T THROUGH HROUGH the cold shady ...
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
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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...