Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 pagini |
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Pagina vii
... Blow , blow thou Winter Wind Blow high , blow low · R. B. Sheridan • J. O'Keefe · · · " Myrtle and Vine " 66 Humming Bird " H. F. Chorley • Allan Cunningham Thomas K. Hervey John Dryden • · · • . MS . temp . Henry VIII . John Gay MS ...
... Blow , blow thou Winter Wind Blow high , blow low · R. B. Sheridan • J. O'Keefe · · · " Myrtle and Vine " 66 Humming Bird " H. F. Chorley • Allan Cunningham Thomas K. Hervey John Dryden • · · • . MS . temp . Henry VIII . John Gay MS ...
Pagina ix
... blow the fire Give me more Love , or more Disdain Give place , ye Lovers · William Basse . Harry Carey Still • J. O'Keefe • Anonymous Dean Swift Thomas Carew . Earl of Surrey 258 155 · 207 68 143 283 • 45 28 Robert Herrick 51 Edmund ...
... blow the fire Give me more Love , or more Disdain Give place , ye Lovers · William Basse . Harry Carey Still • J. O'Keefe • Anonymous Dean Swift Thomas Carew . Earl of Surrey 258 155 · 207 68 143 283 • 45 28 Robert Herrick 51 Edmund ...
Pagina 52
... blow soft ; mount , larks , aloft , To give my love good - morrow . Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing ; nightingale , sing , To give my love good - morrow . Wake from thy ...
... blow soft ; mount , larks , aloft , To give my love good - morrow . Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing ; nightingale , sing , To give my love good - morrow . Wake from thy ...
Pagina 78
... blow ! Our souls have drunk in early youth The bitter dregs of earthly ill ; Our bosoms , blighted in their truth , Have learn'd to suffer and be still ! The hour is come , the spell is past ; Far , far from thee , my only love ...
... blow ! Our souls have drunk in early youth The bitter dregs of earthly ill ; Our bosoms , blighted in their truth , Have learn'd to suffer and be still ! The hour is come , the spell is past ; Far , far from thee , my only love ...
Pagina 133
... d light , And shine as he goes round . THE BROWN JUG . From the opera of the " CONVIVIAL SONGS . 132 Anonymous R B Sheridan Be still, be still, poor human Heart Blow, blow thou Winter Wind Blow high, blow R B Sheridan.
... d light , And shine as he goes round . THE BROWN JUG . From the opera of the " CONVIVIAL SONGS . 132 Anonymous R B Sheridan Be still, be still, poor human Heart Blow, blow thou Winter Wind Blow high, blow R B Sheridan.
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Abraham Newland ancient Bacchus ballads beauty born boys brave British grenadiers CHARLES DIBDIN CHARLES MACKAY charms chase cheer cold Crazy Jane cuckoo dance delight died doth drink England English melody eyes fair fear foes glee glory Hark Harry Carey hath heart Hearts of oak heav'n his soul heaven High trolollie hope horn hounds hunting JOHN jolly king kiss'd ladies land lass leather bottèl live Lord lover maid merrily merry mind morn music by Dr ne'er never night o'er old cap pleasure Poetry poor popular praise R. B. SHERIDAN Richmond Hill round row row Rule Britannia sail sailor ship sigh sing smile soldiers song Spanish Armada sport stanzas sung sweet Tally-ho tears tell thee There's thine Thomas Campbell thou true-love Twas Vicar of Bray wine wish in heav'n youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 55 - 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.
Pagina 202 - 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...
Pagina 150 - 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?
Pagina 36 - 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.
Pagina 88 - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Pagina 67 - 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.
Pagina 201 - 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.
Pagina 146 - 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.
Pagina 43 - 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.
Pagina 178 - 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.