The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English, Том 2R. Forrester, 1876 - 273 страници |
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... poor Willy cry'd Alexis , how artless a lover 183 207 Alexis fhunn'd his fellow - fwains All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd All you that would refine your blood Amongst the willows on the grass 25 7 138 67 As after noon , one ...
... poor Willy cry'd Alexis , how artless a lover 183 207 Alexis fhunn'd his fellow - fwains All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd All you that would refine your blood Amongst the willows on the grass 25 7 138 67 As after noon , one ...
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... poor maiden forfaken . 262 I had a heart , but now I heartless gae 216 I hate the coward tribes 249 I have been in love , and in debt , and in drink 172 I once was a poet at London • 179 I thank thee , my friend • 170 If heaven , its ...
... poor maiden forfaken . 262 I had a heart , but now I heartless gae 216 I hate the coward tribes 249 I have been in love , and in debt , and in drink 172 I once was a poet at London • 179 I thank thee , my friend • 170 If heaven , its ...
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... affault of fond defire : But now , alas ! I feel a fmart , Poor I , like Troy , am set on fire . With care we may a pile secure , And from all common sparks defend : But oh who can a house secure , When the 4 A COLLECTION.
... affault of fond defire : But now , alas ! I feel a fmart , Poor I , like Troy , am set on fire . With care we may a pile secure , And from all common sparks defend : But oh who can a house secure , When the 4 A COLLECTION.
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... poor delight is known , It quickly palls defire . Come let's not trifle time away , Or ftop you know not why ; Your blushes and your eyes betray What death you mean to die ! Let all your maiden fears be gone , And love no more be croft ...
... poor delight is known , It quickly palls defire . Come let's not trifle time away , Or ftop you know not why ; Your blushes and your eyes betray What death you mean to die ! Let all your maiden fears be gone , And love no more be croft ...
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... Poor maids that have none , With fighing and toying , And crying and lying , And fuch kind of foolery . HE . Fair maid , by your leave , My heart does receive Strange pleasure to meet you here : Pray tremble not so , Nor offer to go , I ...
... Poor maids that have none , With fighing and toying , And crying and lying , And fuch kind of foolery . HE . Fair maid , by your leave , My heart does receive Strange pleasure to meet you here : Pray tremble not so , Nor offer to go , I ...
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