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 x
... 'll sing you a good old song I'm a tough true - hearted Sailor I'm old Mad Tom , behold me In an Arbour green In the merry Month of May . In good King Charles's golden days Charles Mackay In Hope a King doth go to war In May X CONTENTS .
... 'll sing you a good old song I'm a tough true - hearted Sailor I'm old Mad Tom , behold me In an Arbour green In the merry Month of May . In good King Charles's golden days Charles Mackay In Hope a King doth go to war In May X CONTENTS .
Pagina xi
... doth go to war In May Fifteen hundred In praise of a Dairy I purpose to sing It was a Friar of Orders Grey Keep silence , good folks King Death . Let Rakes for Pleasure range the town Let's drink and sing Life's like a Ship ...
... doth go to war In May Fifteen hundred In praise of a Dairy I purpose to sing It was a Friar of Orders Grey Keep silence , good folks King Death . Let Rakes for Pleasure range the town Let's drink and sing Life's like a Ship ...
Pagina 24
... doth under lure My poor heart full sure In governance . Therefore now will I Unto her apply , And ever will cry For remembrance . Her fair eye piercing My poor heart bleeding , And I abiding In hope of mede ; * A term of endearment ...
... doth under lure My poor heart full sure In governance . Therefore now will I Unto her apply , And ever will cry For remembrance . Her fair eye piercing My poor heart bleeding , And I abiding In hope of mede ; * A term of endearment ...
Pagina 26
... line is thus two syllables shorter than the corresponding lines of the other stanzas , the word " dearest " is suggested as the proper word to supply the omission . If the one be past , The other doth waste 26 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... line is thus two syllables shorter than the corresponding lines of the other stanzas , the word " dearest " is suggested as the proper word to supply the omission . If the one be past , The other doth waste 26 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
Pagina 27
Charles Mackay. If the one be past , The other doth waste , And all for lack of liberty . And so I drive , As yet alive , Although I strive With misery ; Drawing my breath , Looking for death , And loss of life for liberty . But thou ...
Charles Mackay. If the one be past , The other doth waste , And all for lack of liberty . And so I drive , As yet alive , Although I strive With misery ; Drawing my breath , Looking for death , And loss of life for liberty . But thou ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
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.