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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41. oldal
... glory of her kind . This song is supposed to have been inspired by the charms of the Queen of Bohemia , daughter of King James I. It is printed with additional stanzas in Chambers's " Scottish Songs , " as the composition of Henry Lord ...
... glory of her kind . This song is supposed to have been inspired by the charms of the Queen of Bohemia , daughter of King James I. It is printed with additional stanzas in Chambers's " Scottish Songs , " as the composition of Henry Lord ...
42. oldal
... glory in thy choice , Thy choice of his good fortune boast ; I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice To see him gain what I have lost . The height of my disdain shall be To laugh at him , to blush for thee , To love thee still , but go no ...
... glory in thy choice , Thy choice of his good fortune boast ; I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice To see him gain what I have lost . The height of my disdain shall be To laugh at him , to blush for thee , To love thee still , but go no ...
51. oldal
... glory of my flame , Which crowns my heart whene'er it dies , In that it falls her sacrifice . GÓ , HAPPY ROSE ! ROBERT HERRICK , born 1591 . Go , happy Rose ! and , interwove With other flowers , bind my love . Tell her , too , she must ...
... glory of my flame , Which crowns my heart whene'er it dies , In that it falls her sacrifice . GÓ , HAPPY ROSE ! ROBERT HERRICK , born 1591 . Go , happy Rose ! and , interwove With other flowers , bind my love . Tell her , too , she must ...
55. oldal
... choice , I would have all these things . But if that thou wilt have me love , And it must be a she , The only argument can move Is , that she will love me . The glory of your ladies be But metaphors of things SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 55.
... choice , I would have all these things . But if that thou wilt have me love , And it must be a she , The only argument can move Is , that she will love me . The glory of your ladies be But metaphors of things SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 55.
56. oldal
Charles Mackay. The glory of your ladies be But metaphors of things , And but resemble what we see Each common object brings . Roses out - red their lips and cheeks , Lilies their whiteness stain : What fool is he that shadow seeks , And ...
Charles Mackay. The glory of your ladies be But metaphors of things , And but resemble what we see Each common object brings . Roses out - red their lips and cheeks , Lilies their whiteness stain : What fool is he that shadow seeks , And ...
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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.