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I loue no rost , but a nut - browne tofte , And a crab . laid in the fyre ; A little breade
shall do me stead , Much breade I not defyre . No frost nor snow , nor winde I
trowe , Can hurte mee if I wolde , I am so wrapt , and throwly lapt , Of ioly good
ale ...
I loue no rost , but a nut - browne tofte , And a crab . laid in the fyre ; A little breade
shall do me stead , Much breade I not defyre . No frost nor snow , nor winde I
trowe , Can hurte mee if I wolde , I am so wrapt , and throwly lapt , Of ioly good
ale ...
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No verdure shall cover the vale , No bloom on the blossoms appear ; The sweets
of the forest shall fail , And winter discolour the year , No birds in our hedges shall
fing , ( Our L 3 No MISCELLANEOUS SONGS . 149 SONG XLIX. ...
No verdure shall cover the vale , No bloom on the blossoms appear ; The sweets
of the forest shall fail , And winter discolour the year , No birds in our hedges shall
fing , ( Our L 3 No MISCELLANEOUS SONGS . 149 SONG XLIX. ...
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By Fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is fung ; There
Honour comes a pilgrim grey , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And
Freedom shall a while repair To dwell a weeping hermit there , SONG LII . DI RG
E IN ...
By Fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is fung ; There
Honour comes a pilgrim grey , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And
Freedom shall a while repair To dwell a weeping hermit there , SONG LII . DI RG
E IN ...
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The red - breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid , With hoary
moss , and gather'd flowers , To deck the ground where thou art laid . When
howling winds , and beating rain , In tempefts shake the fylvan cell ; Or ' midst the
chace ...
The red - breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid , With hoary
moss , and gather'd flowers , To deck the ground where thou art laid . When
howling winds , and beating rain , In tempefts shake the fylvan cell ; Or ' midst the
chace ...
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The tears , which Pity taught to flow , My eyes shall then disown ; The heart , that
throbb'd at others woe , Shall then scarce feel its own . The wounds , which now
each moment bleed , Each moment then shall close ; And tranquil days shall still
...
The tears , which Pity taught to flow , My eyes shall then disown ; The heart , that
throbb'd at others woe , Shall then scarce feel its own . The wounds , which now
each moment bleed , Each moment then shall close ; And tranquil days shall still
...
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Страница 153 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Страница 140 - AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
Страница 144 - 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...
Страница 252 - Sweet sister, do not fear ; God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear, When you are laid in grave.
Страница 87 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend : This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Страница 145 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Страница 118 - Their purpose is ambition, Their practice only hate : And if they once reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell...
Страница 82 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Страница 253 - ... strife ; With one another they did fight About the children's life : And he that was of mildest mood, Did slay the other there, Within an unfrequented wood...
Страница 24 - But an eternal health goes round. Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high, Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?
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| Заглавие | Drinking songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient ballads Том 2 от A Select Collection of English Songs, Joseph Ritson |
| Съставена от | Joseph Ritson |
| Издател | J. Johnson, 1783 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 14 Дек 2006 |
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