The humming bird. A collection of the most celebrated English and Scots songs1785 |
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Pagina xviii
... soul , my love atife 285 Why we love , and why we hate 174 Why will Delia thus retire 294 145 Why will Florella , when I gaze Why will you my paffion reprove Why will you plague me with your pain 304 Why with fighs my heart is fwelling ...
... soul , my love atife 285 Why we love , and why we hate 174 Why will Delia thus retire 294 145 Why will Florella , when I gaze Why will you my paffion reprove Why will you plague me with your pain 304 Why with fighs my heart is fwelling ...
Pagina 186
... soul . The bottle I love , and a friend I admire ; But Chloe enjoys ev'ry with and defire : Her wit , youth , and beauty , my paffions controul , For woman , dear woman's the joy of my foul . " Then Chloe , dear Chloe , fhall blefs me ...
... soul . The bottle I love , and a friend I admire ; But Chloe enjoys ev'ry with and defire : Her wit , youth , and beauty , my paffions controul , For woman , dear woman's the joy of my foul . " Then Chloe , dear Chloe , fhall blefs me ...
Pagina 192
... soul . My fault'ring tongue attempts in vain In foothing numbers to complain ; !! My tongue fome fecret magic tries , My murmurs fink in broken fighs . Condemn'd to nurse eternal care , And ever drop the filent tear , Unheard I mourn ...
... soul . My fault'ring tongue attempts in vain In foothing numbers to complain ; !! My tongue fome fecret magic tries , My murmurs fink in broken fighs . Condemn'd to nurse eternal care , And ever drop the filent tear , Unheard I mourn ...
Pagina 243
... soul . Pleas'd in thy converfe all the day , Life's fand unheeded runs ; With thee I'd hail the rifing ray , And talk down fummer's funs . Our loves congenial ftill the fame , With equal force shall shine , No cloy'd defires fhall damp ...
... soul . Pleas'd in thy converfe all the day , Life's fand unheeded runs ; With thee I'd hail the rifing ray , And talk down fummer's funs . Our loves congenial ftill the fame , With equal force shall shine , No cloy'd defires fhall damp ...
Pagina 256
... Soul of blifs ! O deign to smile ; Thou can'ft fable cares beguile , And vanquish mifery and toil . When disappointment hovers round , When malice vents the poison'd found , Erect thy creft , and heal my wound . ' Tis thine , to chear ...
... Soul of blifs ! O deign to smile ; Thou can'ft fable cares beguile , And vanquish mifery and toil . When disappointment hovers round , When malice vents the poison'd found , Erect thy creft , and heal my wound . ' Tis thine , to chear ...
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Pagina 176 - She cast not back a pitying eye: But left her lover in despair To sigh, to languish, and to die: Ah ! how can those fair eyes endure To give the wounds they will not cure ? Great God of Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land?
Pagina 256 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bower I have labour'd to rear; Not a shrub that I heard her admire.
Pagina 256 - With the lilac to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves. What strains of wild melody flow!
Pagina 288 - A breath to beauty's bloom unkind, As, to the rofe, an Eaftern wind. The nymph reply'd — You firft, my fwain, Confine your fonnets to the plain ; One envious tongue alike difarms, You, of your wit, me, of my charms. What is, unknown, the poet's...
Pagina 316 - Truth, they say, lies in a well, Why, I vow I ne'er could see; Let the water-drinkers tell, There it always lay for me. For when sparkling wine went round, Never saw I falsehood's mask; But still honest truth I found In the bottom of each flask. True, at length my vigour's flown, I have years to bring decay; Few the locks that now I own, And the few I have are grey.
Pagina 309 - How can they say that nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then, beneath the water, Should hideous rocks remain ? No eyes the rocks discover That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep.
Pagina 319 - God save our gracious King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Pagina 214 - SHALL I, like a hermit, dwell, On a rock, or in a cell, Calling home the smallest part That is missing of my heart, To bestow it where I may Meet a rival every day ? If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be...
Pagina 189 - Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes, That swim with pleasure and delight, Nor those heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade their light: 'Tis not that hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face; Now straying round the forehead, now behind Retiring with insidious grace.
Pagina 168 - CELIA'S love, And ev'ry charm was new, I fwore by all the gods above , To be for ever true. But long in vain did I adore, Long wept and figh'd in vain, She ftill protefted, vow'd, and fwore, She ne'er would eafe my pain. At laft o'ercomc me made me bleft, And yielded all her charms, And I forfook her when pofleft, And fled to others arms.