Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works...L. Relfe, 1827 - 250 страници |
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... pale of decency and decorum ; which restricting caveat , he is sorry to acknowledge , has , in not a few instances , caused him throw aside a number of superior pieces , which , but for their freedom , might otherwise have been admitted ...
... pale of decency and decorum ; which restricting caveat , he is sorry to acknowledge , has , in not a few instances , caused him throw aside a number of superior pieces , which , but for their freedom , might otherwise have been admitted ...
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... PALE . WHY SO pale and wan , fond lover ? Prethee , why so pale ? Will , when looking well , can't move her ; Looking ill , prevail ? Prethee , why so pale ? Why so dull and mute , young sinner ? Prethee , why so mute ? Will , when ...
... PALE . WHY SO pale and wan , fond lover ? Prethee , why so pale ? Will , when looking well , can't move her ; Looking ill , prevail ? Prethee , why so pale ? Why so dull and mute , young sinner ? Prethee , why so mute ? Will , when ...
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... pale cheek to deck ; The dew no more shall sleep , Nuzzled in the lily's neck : Much rather would it tremble here , And leave them both to be thy tear . RICHARD LOVELACE . 83 Not the soft gold which Steals 82 REV . RICHARD CRAWSHAW .
... pale cheek to deck ; The dew no more shall sleep , Nuzzled in the lily's neck : Much rather would it tremble here , And leave them both to be thy tear . RICHARD LOVELACE . 83 Not the soft gold which Steals 82 REV . RICHARD CRAWSHAW .
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... pale , stern lookes , and snaiky hair ) , By Grecian armes , old Troy had beatne downe , And rais'd the ten - yeirs siege from Priam's towne : Whose brasen teeth her walls did shake asunder , And staitly turrets levell'd with the ground ...
... pale , stern lookes , and snaiky hair ) , By Grecian armes , old Troy had beatne downe , And rais'd the ten - yeirs siege from Priam's towne : Whose brasen teeth her walls did shake asunder , And staitly turrets levell'd with the ground ...
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... pale the rose , and stains the blushing morn ! That zeal to thee which I have ever borne , Sole essence , life , and vigour of my spreit ! By track of time shall never be outworn : My second self , my charming Syren sweet ! And so , my ...
... pale the rose , and stains the blushing morn ! That zeal to thee which I have ever borne , Sole essence , life , and vigour of my spreit ! By track of time shall never be outworn : My second self , my charming Syren sweet ! And so , my ...
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ABERDEEN CANTUS adieu alace Anne hath Anne Hathaway auld wife Ballad beauty beauty's BEN JOHNSON Billy boy birds blooming blush bonnie lassie born bosom bower breath bright cheek cuckoo Cupid darling dear delight despair disdain doth Dunoon England's Helicon eyes fair fancy flowers fond foregoing frae glen grace green grief grove haste heart heaven Heigh-ho hope JOHN LYLY kiss lady lass Lauderdale lips live Lord Lord Delaware love good-morrow love's lover lusty maid mind morn muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er pain pale poet poetry Poor auld maidens pretty Queen RICHARD LOVELACE rose round Rowallan ROWALLAN'S POEMS says Scottish sigh sing SIR WILLIAM MURE smile song Sonnets sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet love tears thee thine THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MORLEY thou three ravens tree wanton weep wild wind WIND-FLOWER winter young
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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.