The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ...J. Walthoe, 1729 |
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... Cloe blush'd , and frown'd , and fwore , Come , all ye fons of Adam , Come , all ye youths , whose hearts e'er bled Come , gentle fleep , and as I lie , Come , let us drink , Come , little infant , love me now , Come , my Celia , let us ...
... Cloe blush'd , and frown'd , and fwore , Come , all ye fons of Adam , Come , all ye youths , whose hearts e'er bled Come , gentle fleep , and as I lie , Come , let us drink , Come , little infant , love me now , Come , my Celia , let us ...
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... Cloe my breast fo alarms Fair Iris and her fwain Fair nymph , remember all your fcorn Fair rebel , to thy felf and time , Fair Venus , they say , Falfe though he be to me and love , Farewell thou false Philander , Fickle blifs ...
... Cloe my breast fo alarms Fair Iris and her fwain Fair nymph , remember all your fcorn Fair rebel , to thy felf and time , Fair Venus , they say , Falfe though he be to me and love , Farewell thou false Philander , Fickle blifs ...
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... Cloe , why do ye flight me , 172 My goddefs , Lydia , heavenly fair , 51 My love was fickle once and changing , 98 148 My Phillis , deny me no more ; Myra , reflect how oft the year My time , o ye mufes , was happily spent , N Nature ...
... Cloe , why do ye flight me , 172 My goddefs , Lydia , heavenly fair , 51 My love was fickle once and changing , 98 148 My Phillis , deny me no more ; Myra , reflect how oft the year My time , o ye mufes , was happily spent , N Nature ...
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... Cloe was by Damon feen , 232 4 144 12 71 18 201 16 152 62 2 168 131 231 , A 22 · 242 79 85 222 19 134 When When Cloe we ply , When Daphne o'er the meadows The TABLE .
... Cloe was by Damon feen , 232 4 144 12 71 18 201 16 152 62 2 168 131 231 , A 22 · 242 79 85 222 19 134 When When Cloe we ply , When Daphne o'er the meadows The TABLE .
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A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ... When Cloe we ply , When Daphne o'er the meadows fled , When firft I beheld Clarinda's eyes , When flow'ry meadows deck the year , When gay Philander fell a prize Pag . 20 132 5 149 198 ...
A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ... When Cloe we ply , When Daphne o'er the meadows fled , When firft I beheld Clarinda's eyes , When flow'ry meadows deck the year , When gay Philander fell a prize Pag . 20 132 5 149 198 ...
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Страница 205 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Страница 101 - GIVE me more love, or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Страница 73 - Now then love me: time may take Thee before thy time away: Of this need we'll virtue make, And learn love before we may.
Страница 102 - I was so good-humour'd, so cheerful and gay, My Heart was as light as a Feather all Day. But now I so cross and so peevish am grown, So strangely uneasy, as never was known. My fair one is gone, and my joys are all drown'd, And my Heart, - I am sure it weighs more than a Pound.
Страница 35 - HEAR, ye ladies that despise, What the mighty love has done ; Fear examples, and be wise : Fair Calisto was a nun ; Leda, sailing on the stream To deceive the hopes of man, Love accounting but a dream, Doted on a silver swan ; Danae, in a brazen tower, Where no love was, loved a shower. Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What the mighty love can do ; Fear the fierceness of the boy : The chaste moon he makes to woo ; Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires...
Страница 34 - We have got tongues and eyes in vain And truth from us is sin. Men to new joys and conquests fly, And yet no hazard run; Poor we are left if we deny, And if we yield, undone. Then equal laws let custom find, And neither Sex oppress; More freedom give to Womankind Or give to Mankind less.
Страница 131 - I do but drink away The heat and troubles of the day ? In this more than kingly state Love himself shall on me wait.
Страница 102 - But now she is gone, and has left me behind, What a marvellous change on a sudden I find ! When things were as fine as could possibly be, I thought 'twas the Spring; but alas ! it was she.
Страница 205 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys. Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies? Or his easier ears beguile, Thus removed by our wile? 'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have...
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