The goldfinch, being a collection of the most esteemed modern songs in the English languageJ. Gold, 1805 |
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Pagina ii
... Blow high , blow low , let tempests tear . By moonlight on the green ..... Britannia's sons attend my call .. C Cease , rude Boreas , blust'ring railer .... Cease , cease , those sighs I cannot bear . Come all hands , ahoy , to the ...
... Blow high , blow low , let tempests tear . By moonlight on the green ..... Britannia's sons attend my call .. C Cease , rude Boreas , blust'ring railer .... Cease , cease , those sighs I cannot bear . Come all hands , ahoy , to the ...
Pagina 8
... BLOW IB QLOW high , blow low , let tempests tear 8 THE GOLDFINCH . At the peaceful midnight hour.
... BLOW IB QLOW high , blow low , let tempests tear 8 THE GOLDFINCH . At the peaceful midnight hour.
Pagina 9
... Blow high , & c . And on that night when all the crew The mem'ry of their former lives O'er flowing cans of flip renew , And drink their sweethearts and their wives , I'll heave a sigh , and think on thee ; And as the ship rolls through ...
... Blow high , & c . And on that night when all the crew The mem'ry of their former lives O'er flowing cans of flip renew , And drink their sweethearts and their wives , I'll heave a sigh , and think on thee ; And as the ship rolls through ...
Pagina 69
... blow high , blow low , Our duty keeps us to our tethers , And where the gale drives we must go . When we enter❜d the gut of Gibraltar , I verily thought she had sunk ; For the wind so began for to alter , She yau'd just as though she ...
... blow high , blow low , Our duty keeps us to our tethers , And where the gale drives we must go . When we enter❜d the gut of Gibraltar , I verily thought she had sunk ; For the wind so began for to alter , She yau'd just as though she ...
Pagina 89
... blow , That clos'd in death the eyes of Mary . Ben's arms receiv'd the falling fair ; Grief , rage , and love his bosom tearing , eyes reflected wild despair , His I dare ye , No more for life or safety caring ; Close came the foe , Ben ...
... blow , That clos'd in death the eyes of Mary . Ben's arms receiv'd the falling fair ; Grief , rage , and love his bosom tearing , eyes reflected wild despair , His I dare ye , No more for life or safety caring ; Close came the foe , Ben ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Abraham Newland agog aye a kissing beats beauty blithe boatswain bonny bosom brave Britons call'd charms chase cheer crew cries croppies cry'd d'ye dangers dear deck delight Dick Dawson drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair fancy fate fear gale girl grog happy Hark heart Here's Highland laddie honour horn hounds Jack jolly jovial joys King lal lal lal land landmen lass laugh look'd lov'd lover lubbers maid merry mild ale mind morn Nancy ne'er never night o'er Peggy Perkins pleas'd pleasure Poll poor poor Jack pretty Sally Reynard roar rose round sail sailors shore sigh sing smile song sorrow soul spinning wheel storm sweet swigg'd swore Tally Tally ho tars tears thee thou thro toast toil true true blue twas vex'd wife winds wine wonnot wou'd young
Pasaje populare
Pagina 95 - HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For Death has broached him to. His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft.
Pagina 188 - And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for Tomorrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too As the sunshine or rain may prevail ; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail : A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game...
Pagina 169 - I've let lodgings ten years, — I'ma baker to boot; " In airing your sheets, sir, my wife is no sloven; " And your bed is immediately — over my oven." "The oven!!!" — says Will ;— says the host, "Why this passion ? " In that excellent bed died three people of fashion.
Pagina 184 - The moon had climbed the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree; When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When, soft and low, a voice was heard, Saying, 'Mary, weep no more for me!
Pagina 216 - Cupid from his favourite nation Care and envy will remove; Jealousy, that poisons passion, And despair, that dies for love, Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Sighs, that blow the fire of love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. Every swain shall pay his duty, Grateful every nymph shall prove; And as these excel in beauty, Those shall be renown'd for love.
Pagina 198 - Your charms would make me true. To you no soul shall bear deceit, No stranger offer wrong; But friends in all the aged you'll meet, And lovers in the young.
Pagina 234 - I'm drest all in my best To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master carries me to church. And often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Pagina 62 - But now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair: And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly; Ah, many's the time and oft! But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft.
Pagina 246 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Pagina 234 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.