The humming bird. A collection of the most celebrated English and Scots songs1785 |
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Pagina 12
... never be one of those fad filly fellows Oh Sandy ! why leav'it thou thy Nelly to mourn 25 Oh take this wreath my hand has wove 105 Oh ! tell me ye thepherds , that live on the lee 117 Oh ! the days when I was young On Thames ' fair bank ...
... never be one of those fad filly fellows Oh Sandy ! why leav'it thou thy Nelly to mourn 25 Oh take this wreath my hand has wove 105 Oh ! tell me ye thepherds , that live on the lee 117 Oh ! the days when I was young On Thames ' fair bank ...
Pagina 13
... never 56 She tells me with claret the cannot agree 344 Sure a lafs in her bloom at the age of ninetern 46 She that would gain a conftant lover Should I die by the force of good wine 107 Sure never poor fhepherd was tortur'd like me 139 ...
... never 56 She tells me with claret the cannot agree 344 Sure a lafs in her bloom at the age of ninetern 46 She that would gain a conftant lover Should I die by the force of good wine 107 Sure never poor fhepherd was tortur'd like me 139 ...
Pagina xvi
... never have done Well me , jolly fellows , weil met . Were I as poor as wretch can be We three archers be · What a charming thing's a battle What a lover , is he that has nothing What are outward forms and thews What bard , oh ! time ...
... never have done Well me , jolly fellows , weil met . Were I as poor as wretch can be We three archers be · What a charming thing's a battle What a lover , is he that has nothing What are outward forms and thews What bard , oh ! time ...
Pagina xxii
... never prais'd yet in verfe , ' Tis cricket 1 fing ; of illuftrious fame , No nation e'er boafted fo noble a game . ” Derry down , & c . Great Pindar has bragg'd of his heroes of old , [ bold Some were fwift in the race , fome in battle ...
... never prais'd yet in verfe , ' Tis cricket 1 fing ; of illuftrious fame , No nation e'er boafted fo noble a game . ” Derry down , & c . Great Pindar has bragg'd of his heroes of old , [ bold Some were fwift in the race , fome in battle ...
Pagina 6
... never will ( hrink . Taleo , & c . B RIGHT dawns the day with rofy face , That calls the hunters to the chace . With mufical horn , Salute the gay morn , Thefe jolly companions to cheer ; With enliv'ning founds , Encourage the hounds ...
... never will ( hrink . Taleo , & c . B RIGHT dawns the day with rofy face , That calls the hunters to the chace . With mufical horn , Salute the gay morn , Thefe jolly companions to cheer ; With enliv'ning founds , Encourage the hounds ...
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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.