The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English, Том 2R. Forrester, 1876 - 273 страници |
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... whose inclination Warms but with a gentle heat ; Never mounts to raging paffion , Love's a torment if too great . When the storm is once blown over , Soon the ocean quiet grows ; But a constant faithful lover Seldom meets with true ...
... whose inclination Warms but with a gentle heat ; Never mounts to raging paffion , Love's a torment if too great . When the storm is once blown over , Soon the ocean quiet grows ; But a constant faithful lover Seldom meets with true ...
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... Whose swelling tides obey the moon ; From every other charmer free , My life and love shall follow thee . The lamb the flow'ry thyme devours , The dam the tender kid pursues , Sweet Philomel , in fhady bowers Of verdant spring , her ...
... Whose swelling tides obey the moon ; From every other charmer free , My life and love shall follow thee . The lamb the flow'ry thyme devours , The dam the tender kid pursues , Sweet Philomel , in fhady bowers Of verdant spring , her ...
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... Whose music is fweeter than thine . All you , my companions so dear , Who forrow to see me betray'd , Whatever I fuffer , forbear , Forbear to accuse the false maid . Tho ' thro ' the wide world I fhou'd range , ' Tis in vain from my ...
... Whose music is fweeter than thine . All you , my companions so dear , Who forrow to see me betray'd , Whatever I fuffer , forbear , Forbear to accuse the false maid . Tho ' thro ' the wide world I fhou'd range , ' Tis in vain from my ...
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... , And hunting and bowling , His pastime is ever and ever . SHE . Whose lips , when ye buss ' em , Smell like the bean - bloffom ; Oh ! he ' tis fhall have my praise . HE . To taverns , where goes Sour apples and OF CHOICE SONGS . 47.
... , And hunting and bowling , His pastime is ever and ever . SHE . Whose lips , when ye buss ' em , Smell like the bean - bloffom ; Oh ! he ' tis fhall have my praise . HE . To taverns , where goes Sour apples and OF CHOICE SONGS . 47.
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... Whose cook has no meat , And butler can't quench my thirst . SHE . Farewell to the change , Where rantipoles range ; Farewell , cold tea , And ratafie , Hide - park , where pride In coaches ride , Altho ' they be choak'd with dust . HE ...
... Whose cook has no meat , And butler can't quench my thirst . SHE . Farewell to the change , Where rantipoles range ; Farewell , cold tea , And ratafie , Hide - park , where pride In coaches ride , Altho ' they be choak'd with dust . HE ...
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