An Antidote Against Melancholy: Compounded of Choice Poems, Jovial Songs, Merry Ballads, and Witty Parodies. Most Pleasant and Diverting to ReadT.L.D.V., 1884 - 123 pagini |
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alack ANTIDOTE AGAINST MELANCHOLY Ballads beautiful birds Bishop Percy bright brown jug C. S. CALVERLEY Charles Pratt charms Chloris Christmas Collection of Poems country lass Dacres Daffodil Daintie Devices dandy deck your heads delight derry doth dumb e'er eyes fair flowers foams FRANCIS DAVISON FRANCIS FAWKES Gas Machines Gasolene gone astray Grinder grindest handy haste hath my heart Heigh hunt jolly King's Little Bo-peep lovers maid merie MICHAEL DRAYTON mild ale mirth morning mother Muff ne'er neat never New-York NICHOLAS BRETON nymph o'er old Courtier old English gentleman old song Paradise of Daintie pleasant poor PRATT'S ASTRAL OIL printed Queen R. H. BARHAM reign ROBERT HERRICK shepherd side go sigh sing smiles swain sweet tell thee THOMAS CAREW thou art thou wert fairest tidings tongue true love hath UNKNOWN unto Vicar of Bray well-a-day Wilt thou wine Yankee young Courtier
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Pagina 18 - breath When the pale captive creeps to death. The laurel withers on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds, Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds; All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust. A
Pagina 56 - not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th' adulteries of art That strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Pagina 65 - WITH an old song made by an old ancient pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate; Who kept an old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate, Like an old Courtier of the Queen's. With an old lady whose anger one
Pagina 48 - Oh, sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to the fields, the other to the hearth, Both have your sunshine; both though small are strong At your clear hearts; and both were sent on earth To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song: In doors and out, summer and winter, Mirth. ON
Pagina 94 - must one swear to the truth of a song ? What I speak, my fair Chloe, and what I write shows The difference there is betwixt nature and art: I court others in verse; but I love thee in prose: And they have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart. The God of us
Pagina 14 - GOLDEN slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise; Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby. Care is heavy, therefore sleep you, You are care, and care must keep you; Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby, Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Pagina 47 - COME bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your heart's desiring. With the last year's brand : Light the new block, and For good success in his spending, On your psalteries play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a teending.
Pagina 93 - HE, that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As old time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Pagina 83 - But that there was in place to stir His spleen, the chirping Grasshopper; The merry Cricket, puling Fly, The piping Gnat for minstrelsy. And now, we must imagine first, The Elves present to quench his thirst A pure seed-pearl of infant dew, Brought and besweeten'd in a blue And pregnant violet; which done, His kitling
Pagina 56 - etc. STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder'd, still perfum'd: Lady, it is to be presum'd, Though art's hid causes