The Songs of England and Scotland, Volumul 1J. Cochrane, 1835 |
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Pagina 6
... NYMPH'S REPLY . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . Born 1552 - Beheaded 1618 . If all the world and love were young , And truth on every Shepherd's tongue , These pleasures might my passion move , To live with thee , and be thy love . But fading ...
... NYMPH'S REPLY . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . Born 1552 - Beheaded 1618 . If all the world and love were young , And truth on every Shepherd's tongue , These pleasures might my passion move , To live with thee , and be thy love . But fading ...
Pagina 8
... nymphs at play ; And how the satyrs spend the day ; The fishes gliding on the sands , Offering their bellies to your hands . The birds with heavenly tuned throats , Possess woods echoes with sweet notes ; Which to your senses will ...
... nymphs at play ; And how the satyrs spend the day ; The fishes gliding on the sands , Offering their bellies to your hands . The birds with heavenly tuned throats , Possess woods echoes with sweet notes ; Which to your senses will ...
Pagina 32
... Nymphs drinking at a fountain , " much in the spirit of the first verse : - Reach with your whiter hands to me Some crystal of the spring ; And I about the cup shall see Fresh lilies flourishing : Or else , sweet nymphs , do you but ...
... Nymphs drinking at a fountain , " much in the spirit of the first verse : - Reach with your whiter hands to me Some crystal of the spring ; And I about the cup shall see Fresh lilies flourishing : Or else , sweet nymphs , do you but ...
Pagina 77
... Nymphs that dwell within these groves , Leave your arbours , bring your loves , Gather posies , Crown your golden hair with roses ; As you pass , Foot like fairies on the grass . Joy crown our bowers ! Philomel Leave off Tereus ' SONGS ...
... Nymphs that dwell within these groves , Leave your arbours , bring your loves , Gather posies , Crown your golden hair with roses ; As you pass , Foot like fairies on the grass . Joy crown our bowers ! Philomel Leave off Tereus ' SONGS ...
Pagina 103
... nymph he prays ; Whereto she says , Forego me now , come to me soon . " But in vain she did conjure him To depart her presence so , Having a thousand tongues t ' allure him , And but one to bid him go ; When lips invite , And eyes ...
... nymph he prays ; Whereto she says , Forego me now , come to me soon . " But in vain she did conjure him To depart her presence so , Having a thousand tongues t ' allure him , And but one to bid him go ; When lips invite , And eyes ...
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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...