The Songs of England and Scotland, Volumul 1J. Cochrane, 1835 |
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Pagina 57
... feel , What e'er the heavens could do , But now , alas ! sh'as left me , Falero , lero , loo . Like doves we would be billing , And clip and kiss so fast , Yet she would be unwilling That I should kiss the last ; They're Judas kisses ...
... feel , What e'er the heavens could do , But now , alas ! sh'as left me , Falero , lero , loo . Like doves we would be billing , And clip and kiss so fast , Yet she would be unwilling That I should kiss the last ; They're Judas kisses ...
Pagina 74
... feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty , please my mind To see sweet dew - drops kiss these flowers , And then wash'd off by April showers : Here , hear my Kenna sing a song There see a blackbird feed her young . Or a leverock ...
... feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty , please my mind To see sweet dew - drops kiss these flowers , And then wash'd off by April showers : Here , hear my Kenna sing a song There see a blackbird feed her young . Or a leverock ...
Pagina 85
... feel . " [ Burns ' alteration is now printed for the first time . ] IT IS NOT BEAUTY I DEMAND . THOMAS CAREW . It is not beauty I demand , A crystal brow , the moon's despair , Nor the snow's daughter a white hand , Nor mermaid's yellow ...
... feel . " [ Burns ' alteration is now printed for the first time . ] IT IS NOT BEAUTY I DEMAND . THOMAS CAREW . It is not beauty I demand , A crystal brow , the moon's despair , Nor the snow's daughter a white hand , Nor mermaid's yellow ...
Pagina 89
... feel my life decay : That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away . Oh ! suppress that magic sound , Which destroys without a wound . Peace , Chloris , peace ! or singing die , That together you and I To heaven may go ; For all we ...
... feel my life decay : That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away . Oh ! suppress that magic sound , Which destroys without a wound . Peace , Chloris , peace ! or singing die , That together you and I To heaven may go ; For all we ...
Pagina 129
... feel of tender fear , No heart so soft as mine can bear . Yet I'll defy the worst of harms , Such are your charms , ' Tis worth a life to die within your arms . VOL . I. K THE RECONCILEMENT . JOHN SHEFfield , dukE OF BUCKINGHAM . SONGS ...
... feel of tender fear , No heart so soft as mine can bear . Yet I'll defy the worst of harms , Such are your charms , ' Tis worth a life to die within your arms . VOL . I. K THE RECONCILEMENT . JOHN SHEFfield , dukE OF BUCKINGHAM . SONGS ...
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Amynta ballad BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON birds blest bliss blushes Born bosom bowers breast breath bright Burns Celia CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheek Chloris Crazy Jane dear delight despair disdain divine doth drink Dryden EDMUND WALLER English eyes fair Falero flowers garland gentle give grace grove happy HARRY CAREY hath heart JOHN JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GAY JOHN WOLCOT JONSON joys kind kiss Kytt lady lass lero lips live look Lord LORD BYRON loue lov'd Love's lover maid MATTHEW PRIOR Minstrels ne'er never night nymph o'er pain passion Percy Phillis pleasure Poems poetry poets poor pride printed Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Ritson rose says shepherd sighs sing smile soft song sorrow soul spring sung swain sweet Molly tears tell tender thee There's thine THOMAS CAREW thought thro Twas verses wanton weep wind wine youth
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Pagina 256 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Pagina 92 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Pagina 31 - 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 95 - 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 257 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! [From the Hebrew Melodies.] KNOW YE THE LAND?
Pagina 21 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Pagina 256 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Pagina 79 - 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 21 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pagina 20 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...