Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 oldal |
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xv. oldal
... appears When first I strove to win the prize When I drain the rosy bowl . When I was bound apprentice When Icicles hang by the Wall • When Love , with unconfinèd wings When lovely Woman stoops to Folly When lull'd in Passion's dream ...
... appears When first I strove to win the prize When I drain the rosy bowl . When I was bound apprentice When Icicles hang by the Wall • When Love , with unconfinèd wings When lovely Woman stoops to Folly When lull'd in Passion's dream ...
36. oldal
... appear in the " Bloody Brother , or Rollo , Duke of Normandy , " by Beaumont and Fletcher . It does not follow , however , that any part of it is Shakspeare's because it is introduced in one of his plays . A note on this passage in ...
... appear in the " Bloody Brother , or Rollo , Duke of Normandy , " by Beaumont and Fletcher . It does not follow , however , that any part of it is Shakspeare's because it is introduced in one of his plays . A note on this passage in ...
38. oldal
... appears to have been suggested by Mr. Attwood's song , " Let me die , " CHERRY RIPE . Cherry ripe , ripe , I cry , Full and fair ones come and buy . If so be you ask me where They do grow , I answer there , Where my Julia's lips do ...
... appears to have been suggested by Mr. Attwood's song , " Let me die , " CHERRY RIPE . Cherry ripe , ripe , I cry , Full and fair ones come and buy . If so be you ask me where They do grow , I answer there , Where my Julia's lips do ...
40. oldal
... appear , By your pure purple mantles known , Like the proud virgins of the year , As if the spring were all your own , - What are you when the rose is blown ? Ye curious chanters of the wood , That warble forth 40 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... appear , By your pure purple mantles known , Like the proud virgins of the year , As if the spring were all your own , - What are you when the rose is blown ? Ye curious chanters of the wood , That warble forth 40 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
44. oldal
... appear That love can enter at the ear . Then unveil your eyes , behold The curious mould Where that voice dwells ; and as we know So When the cocks crow We freely may Gaze on the day , may you , when the music's done , Awake and see the ...
... appear That love can enter at the ear . Then unveil your eyes , behold The curious mould Where that voice dwells ; and as we know So When the cocks crow We freely may Gaze on the day , may you , when the music's done , Awake and see the ...
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55. oldal - 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. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
202. oldal - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast ; And bends the gallant mast my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
150. oldal - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
36. oldal - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
88. oldal - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
67. 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.
201. oldal - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
146. oldal - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
43. oldal - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
178. oldal - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.