The Book of English Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyCharles Mackay Office of the National illustrated library, 1851 - 312 oldal |
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... Ladies now on Land To Althea , from Prison Tobacco is an Indian Weed Earl of Dorset Richard Lovelace Anonymous To fair Fidele's grassy Tomb To live a Life free from Gout , Pain , or Phthisic Tom a Bedlam , or Mad Tom William Collins ...
... Ladies now on Land To Althea , from Prison Tobacco is an Indian Weed Earl of Dorset Richard Lovelace Anonymous To fair Fidele's grassy Tomb To live a Life free from Gout , Pain , or Phthisic Tom a Bedlam , or Mad Tom William Collins ...
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... Lady of Quality , " happily ridiculed this class of songs , and those which had preceded them : " Fluttering spread thy purple pinions , Gentle Cupid , o'er my heart , 66 I , a slave in thy dominions , Nature must give way to art . Mild ...
... Lady of Quality , " happily ridiculed this class of songs , and those which had preceded them : " Fluttering spread thy purple pinions , Gentle Cupid , o'er my heart , 66 I , a slave in thy dominions , Nature must give way to art . Mild ...
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... Lady of Quality , " -that mythological person who is supposed to have been the parent of all the love songs of the eighteenth century . The return to the simplicity of nature , as the only source of poetic beauty , which signalized the ...
... Lady of Quality , " -that mythological person who is supposed to have been the parent of all the love songs of the eighteenth century . The return to the simplicity of nature , as the only source of poetic beauty , which signalized the ...
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... lady fair , Shall I not learn to suffer , then ? And think my life well spent to be Serving a worthier wight than she ? Therefore I never will repent , But pains contented still endure ; For like as when , rough winter spent , The ...
... lady fair , Shall I not learn to suffer , then ? And think my life well spent to be Serving a worthier wight than she ? Therefore I never will repent , But pains contented still endure ; For like as when , rough winter spent , The ...
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... fasting . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies , If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Hey ho ! SIGH NO MORE LADIES . WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , born 1564 34 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . Abraham Newland A Bumper of Good Liquor A Character of Love.
... fasting . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies , If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Hey ho ! SIGH NO MORE LADIES . WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , born 1564 34 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . Abraham Newland A Bumper of Good Liquor A Character of Love.
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191. oldal - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow: While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
35. oldal - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
268. oldal - Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
55. 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.
144. 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. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
216. oldal - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
68. 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.
143. 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?
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.
86. oldal - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.