A Paradise of Daintie Devices: A Collection of Poems, Songs, BalladsC. Pratt & Company, 1882 - 93 oldal |
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4. oldal
... turns the giddy wheel around , Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things . Gifford - Contemplation . Poetry is older than ... turn delight into a sacrifice . George Herbert - The Temple - The Church Porch . 24-74 33 A PARADISE of AINTIE A ...
... turns the giddy wheel around , Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things . Gifford - Contemplation . Poetry is older than ... turn delight into a sacrifice . George Herbert - The Temple - The Church Porch . 24-74 33 A PARADISE of AINTIE A ...
55. oldal
... thus on our labours stern Chronos should frown ; Should change our soft liquids to izzards and Xes , And turn true - love's alphabet all upside down ! Richard H. Barham , 1780-1845 . 55 Song . Song . SUNG BY TONY LUMPKIN IN " L CONQUER.
... thus on our labours stern Chronos should frown ; Should change our soft liquids to izzards and Xes , And turn true - love's alphabet all upside down ! Richard H. Barham , 1780-1845 . 55 Song . Song . SUNG BY TONY LUMPKIN IN " L CONQUER.
61. oldal
... turn And mingle with the ground . Life's but a leaf adroitly rolled , And Time's the wasting breath That late or early we behold Gives all to dusty death . From beggar's frieze to monarch's robe One common doom is passed ; Sweet ...
... turn And mingle with the ground . Life's but a leaf adroitly rolled , And Time's the wasting breath That late or early we behold Gives all to dusty death . From beggar's frieze to monarch's robe One common doom is passed ; Sweet ...
69. oldal
... turning . Without the door let sorrow lie ; And if for cold it hap to die , We'll bury ' t in a Christmas pie , And evermore be merry . Now every lad is wondrous trim , And no man minds his labour , Our lasses have provided them A bag ...
... turning . Without the door let sorrow lie ; And if for cold it hap to die , We'll bury ' t in a Christmas pie , And evermore be merry . Now every lad is wondrous trim , And no man minds his labour , Our lasses have provided them A bag ...
90. oldal
... turns aside the balls that round me fly , Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eyes . " The boatswain gave the dreadful word , The sails their swelling bosom spread ; No Black - Eyed Susan . No longer must she stay.
... turns aside the balls that round me fly , Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eyes . " The boatswain gave the dreadful word , The sails their swelling bosom spread ; No Black - Eyed Susan . No longer must she stay.
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AMARYLLIS ASTRAL OIL betray Black-Eyed Susan bold Robin burning Castara CHARLES PRATT children deare Coleraine Cupid plague thee delight doth drink dyed Edmund Clarence Stedman fair father's joy Father's sorrow foe to reason frown or smile girl give grew hand Hare heart heigh-ho Hood and Allin-a-Dale John Anderson John Gay King Oberon's Apparel kiss kiss'd left his pretty light lily Little John lives look Love and Age lover maid Matthew Prior Merry Christmas Miller of Dee Minerva's Thimble Naphtha NIEUW AMSTERDAM night o'er Pastoral Song Phyllis pleasure poor at Christmas Pratt's pretty babes pretty boy quoth Robin Hood Robert Herrick Rosalind's rose Sat and knotted Sephestia's sing Siren pleasant skipper Sonnet soul Spectator Ab Extra sweet tears tell there's grief Thomas Bailey Aldrich Thomas Lodge thou art old thy true love Toroddle toroll unto vows wanton Wilful Wife wind Wood young
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75. oldal - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
76. oldal - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
22. oldal - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
60. oldal - LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast: My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye...
40. oldal - I'm sorry that I spelt the word: I hate to go above you, Because," — the brown eyes lower fell, — "Because, you see, I love you!" Still memory to a gray-haired man That sweet child-face is showing. Dear girl! the grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing! He lives to learn, in life's hard school, How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and his loss, Like her, — because they love him.
62. oldal - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
17. oldal - COME listen to me, you gallants so free, All you that love mirth for to hear, And I will tell you of a bold outlaw, That lived in Nottinghamshire. As Robin Hood in the forest stood, All under the green-wood tree...
16. oldal - Drinks up the sea, and when he 's done. The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun: They drink and dance by their own light, They drink and revel all the night: Nothing in Nature 's sober found, But an eternal health goes round.
82. oldal - The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw ; and purr'd applause.
47. oldal - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.