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Ev'n while these stanzas I indite , The bar - bells grateful sounds invito Where joy
can never fail , Adieu , my muse , adieu ! I hafte To gratify my longing taste With
copious draughts of ale , : SONG LII . * BACKE and fide go bare , go bare , Booth
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Ev'n while these stanzas I indite , The bar - bells grateful sounds invito Where joy
can never fail , Adieu , my muse , adieu ! I hafte To gratify my longing taste With
copious draughts of ale , : SONG LII . * BACKE and fide go bare , go bare , Booth
...
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I see how plenty forfeits oft , And hafty climbers foone fall : I see that such as fi :
aloft Mithap doth threaten most of all : These get with toil , and keep with fear :
Such cares my mind could never bear , No priocely pomp , nor wealehy itcre , No
...
I see how plenty forfeits oft , And hafty climbers foone fall : I see that such as fi :
aloft Mithap doth threaten most of all : These get with toil , and keep with fear :
Such cares my mind could never bear , No priocely pomp , nor wealehy itcre , No
...
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Secure in these unenvied walls I think not on the state , And pity no mans case
that falls From his ambicious height . Silence and innocence are safe ; A heart
that's only true At all these little arts can laugh That do the world subdue .
Secure in these unenvied walls I think not on the state , And pity no mans case
that falls From his ambicious height . Silence and innocence are safe ; A heart
that's only true At all these little arts can laugh That do the world subdue .
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The king , upon these words , Most heedfully beheld them , Till a crimson blush
His conceit did cross : The more I look , quoth he , Upon thy wife , and children ,
The more I call to mind My daughter whom I loft . I am that child , quoth fhe ,
Falling ...
The king , upon these words , Most heedfully beheld them , Till a crimson blush
His conceit did cross : The more I look , quoth he , Upon thy wife , and children ,
The more I call to mind My daughter whom I loft . I am that child , quoth fhe ,
Falling ...
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Thus wandered these two pretty babes , Till death did end their grief ; In one
anothers arms they died , As babes wanting relief : No burial these pretty babes
Of any man receives , Till Robin - red - breaft , painfully , Did cover them with
leaves .
Thus wandered these two pretty babes , Till death did end their grief ; In one
anothers arms they died , As babes wanting relief : No burial these pretty babes
Of any man receives , Till Robin - red - breaft , painfully , Did cover them with
leaves .
Какво казват хората - Напишете рецензия
Не намерихме рецензии на обичайните места.
Често срещани думи и фрази
beauty better blow body bowl boys brave bring brought bumper comes court crown dear death delight Derry doth drink earl eyes fail fair fall father fear fight gallant gave give glaſs gold gone grace grave hand happy head heart houſe hundred keep king lady laid land laſt leave light live look lord merry miller mind moſt muſt ne'er never night noble o'er once pleaſure poor pound prince queen quoth reſt rich ride Roſe round ſaid ſay ſea ſee ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome SONG SONG SONG ſoul ſuch ſure ſweet tell thee there's Therefor theſe thing thoſe thou thought took true unto wealth Whoſe wife winds wine young youth
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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?
Библиография
| 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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