Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works...L. Relfe, 1827 - 250 страници |
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... night they take their rest More quiet than he who sendeth His ship into the east , Where gold and pearl are plenty , But getting very dainty . For lawyers and their pleading They ' steem it not a straw , They think that honest meaning ...
... night they take their rest More quiet than he who sendeth His ship into the east , Where gold and pearl are plenty , But getting very dainty . For lawyers and their pleading They ' steem it not a straw , They think that honest meaning ...
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... night do toil , Be our conceits that do on pleasure wait ; Pleasure , master , doth tyrannise the ship , And giveth virtue secretly the nip . The compass is a mind to compass all , Both pleasure , profit , place , and fame , for nought ...
... night do toil , Be our conceits that do on pleasure wait ; Pleasure , master , doth tyrannise the ship , And giveth virtue secretly the nip . The compass is a mind to compass all , Both pleasure , profit , place , and fame , for nought ...
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... night , Forego the present joys of noon , Though ne'er so fair her speeches were , Forego me now , come to me soon ! SHALL I , LIKE A HERMIT . SHALL I , like a hermit , dwell On a rock or in a cell , Calling home the smallest part That ...
... night , Forego the present joys of noon , Though ne'er so fair her speeches were , Forego me now , come to me soon ! SHALL I , LIKE A HERMIT . SHALL I , like a hermit , dwell On a rock or in a cell , Calling home the smallest part That ...
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... night ; Strike I the lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays , if I but sing ; He lends me every lovely thing— Yet cruel , he my heart doth sting : Ah ! wanton , will ye ! Else I , with roses every day , Will whip you hence ; And ...
... night ; Strike I the lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays , if I but sing ; He lends me every lovely thing— Yet cruel , he my heart doth sting : Ah ! wanton , will ye ! Else I , with roses every day , Will whip you hence ; And ...
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... rear his head , And who so rudely move him . He's soft and tender , pray take heed , With bands of cowslips bind him , And bring him home ; but ' tis decreed That I shall never find him . 33 NIGHT SONG TO JULIA . HER lamp the glow -
... rear his head , And who so rudely move him . He's soft and tender , pray take heed , With bands of cowslips bind him , And bring him home ; but ' tis decreed That I shall never find him . 33 NIGHT SONG TO JULIA . HER lamp the glow -
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Страница 57 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Страница 78 - Go, lovely Rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Страница 30 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Страница 72 - 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?
Страница 34 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Страница 32 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Страница 52 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Страница 50 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Страница 34 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Страница 73 - He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.