The Songs of England and Scotland, Volumul 1J. Cochrane, 1835 |
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Pagina xxxiv
... voice . so ; -but the publisher and proprietor of the Irish Melodies has refused so many similar requests , that he could not accede to the present one without giving offence to titled and noble applicants . The Edi- tor cannot conceive ...
... voice . so ; -but the publisher and proprietor of the Irish Melodies has refused so many similar requests , that he could not accede to the present one without giving offence to titled and noble applicants . The Edi- tor cannot conceive ...
Pagina 27
... praise , When Philomel her voice shall raise ? * " Sun " is the reading in the Reliquiæ Wottonianæ . The alteration I believe is Percy's , from a MS . copy . So , when my mistress shall be seen In sweetness SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... praise , When Philomel her voice shall raise ? * " Sun " is the reading in the Reliquiæ Wottonianæ . The alteration I believe is Percy's , from a MS . copy . So , when my mistress shall be seen In sweetness SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
Pagina 28
... voice , and sound , What are ye if my Mary shine ! Moon , diamond , flowers , and Philomel , Light , lustre , scent , and music tine , And yield to merit more divine . The rose , and lily , the whole spring , Unto her breath for ...
... voice , and sound , What are ye if my Mary shine ! Moon , diamond , flowers , and Philomel , Light , lustre , scent , and music tine , And yield to merit more divine . The rose , and lily , the whole spring , Unto her breath for ...
Pagina 38
... trudge home , With counterfeiting voice I greete And call them on , with me to roame Thro ' woods , thro ' lakes , Thro ' bogs , thro ' brakes ; Or else , unseene with them I go , All 38 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... trudge home , With counterfeiting voice I greete And call them on , with me to roame Thro ' woods , thro ' lakes , Thro ' bogs , thro ' brakes ; Or else , unseene with them I go , All 38 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
Pagina 68
... voice is near , Breaking from your ivory pale , Need not walk abroad to hear The delightful nightingale . Welcome , welcome , then I sing Far more welcome than the spring ; He that parteth from you never , Shall enjoy a spring for ever ...
... voice is near , Breaking from your ivory pale , Need not walk abroad to hear The delightful nightingale . Welcome , welcome , then I sing Far more welcome than the spring ; He that parteth from you never , Shall enjoy a spring for ever ...
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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...