The Book of English Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyCharles Mackay Office of the National illustrated library, 1851 - 312 Seiten |
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... Pain . Sir George Etherege 89 58 Cease , rude Boreas , blust'ring Railer C. A. Stevens 176 • Chloris , now thou art fled away Dr. R. Hughes 95 • Colin's Complaint Nicholas Rowe 96 Come , all ye jolly Sailors bold • Prince Hoare . . 192 ...
... Pain . Sir George Etherege 89 58 Cease , rude Boreas , blust'ring Railer C. A. Stevens 176 • Chloris , now thou art fled away Dr. R. Hughes 95 • Colin's Complaint Nicholas Rowe 96 Come , all ye jolly Sailors bold • Prince Hoare . . 192 ...
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... pain'd . The Shape alone let others prize The Shepherd's Complaint The Smiling Morn may light the Sky The Sorrows of True Lovers ' Parting The Sun was sunk beneath the Hill . The thirsty Earth drinks The Thorn The tuneful Sound of ...
... pain'd . The Shape alone let others prize The Shepherd's Complaint The Smiling Morn may light the Sky The Sorrows of True Lovers ' Parting The Sun was sunk beneath the Hill . The thirsty Earth drinks The Thorn The tuneful Sound of ...
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... pains full strong , And cannot speed . Alas will not she , Now show her pity , But this will take me , In such disdain ; Methinketh I was Unkind that she is , That bindeth me thus , In such hard pain . Though she me bind , Yet shall she ...
... pains full strong , And cannot speed . Alas will not she , Now show her pity , But this will take me , In such disdain ; Methinketh I was Unkind that she is , That bindeth me thus , In such hard pain . Though she me bind , Yet shall she ...
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... pains tormented me so sore That comfort I had none , But cursed my fortune more and more To see her sob and groan , Alas ! the while ! THE DECEIVED LOVER SUETH ONLY FOR LIBERTY . SIR THOMAS WYATT . IF chance assign'd , Were to my mind ...
... pains tormented me so sore That comfort I had none , But cursed my fortune more and more To see her sob and groan , Alas ! the while ! THE DECEIVED LOVER SUETH ONLY FOR LIBERTY . SIR THOMAS WYATT . IF chance assign'd , Were to my mind ...
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... pain Most cruelly distrains my heart ; When that my tears , as floods of rain , Bear witness of my woful smart ; When sighs have wasted so my breath . That I lie at the point of death : I call to mind the navy great That the Greeks ...
... pain Most cruelly distrains my heart ; When that my tears , as floods of rain , Bear witness of my woful smart ; When sighs have wasted so my breath . That I lie at the point of death : I call to mind the navy great That the Greeks ...
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Abraham Newland Bacchus beauty blow born boys brave British Grenadiers CHARLES DIBDIN CHARLES MACKAY charms cheer Cherry ripe cold cuckoo death delight died doth drink Ellen Evelina England English eyes fair Falero fear fool glory Hark Harry Carey hath heart Heav'n his soul Heaven high trolollie hope jolly King kiss ladies land lass leather bottèl lero live Lord lov'd lovers maid merry mind morn ne'er never night o'er old cap passion pipe pleasure poetry poor praise R. B. SHERIDAN ROBERT AYTOUN round row row Rule Britannia sail sailors Shakspeare shepherds ship sigh sing smile soldier song sorrow Spanish Armada sport stanzas sung swain sweet Tally-ho tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS Thomas Campbell THOMAS CAREW thou Twas Vicar of Bray wind wine wish in Heav'n youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 191 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow: While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 35 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Seite 268 - Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Seite 55 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Seite 144 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
Seite 216 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Seite 68 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Seite 143 - 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?
Seite 43 - 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.
Seite 86 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.