St Cecilia: Or, the British Songster. A New and Select Collection of the Best Scots and English Songs. Many of which Never Before in Print |
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The frozen brooks , and pathless vales , Disjoin my love and me ; The pining bird
his fate bewails , On yonder leafles tree ! But , what to me are birds , or brooks ,
Or any joy that's near ? Heavy the lute , and dull the brooks , While Damon is not
...
The frozen brooks , and pathless vales , Disjoin my love and me ; The pining bird
his fate bewails , On yonder leafles tree ! But , what to me are birds , or brooks ,
Or any joy that's near ? Heavy the lute , and dull the brooks , While Damon is not
...
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As Fate had dealt to him a routh , Straight to the kirk he led her , There plighted
her his faith and troth , And a bonny bride he made her : No more asham'd to own
her love , Or fpeak her mind thus free ; Gang down the burn Davie , love , Down ...
As Fate had dealt to him a routh , Straight to the kirk he led her , There plighted
her his faith and troth , And a bonny bride he made her : No more asham'd to own
her love , Or fpeak her mind thus free ; Gang down the burn Davie , love , Down ...
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Full long , alas ! will be his stay , But let me not at Fate repine ; I'll keep my heart ,
and wait the day , When Damon shall again be mine . SONG 63 The Wish .
WHEN the trees are all bare , not a leaf to be seen , And the meadows their
beauty ...
Full long , alas ! will be his stay , But let me not at Fate repine ; I'll keep my heart ,
and wait the day , When Damon shall again be mine . SONG 63 The Wish .
WHEN the trees are all bare , not a leaf to be seen , And the meadows their
beauty ...
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But after all the pleafing toy , That human person could enjoy , He left the girl to
moan her fate , And the repents , when ' tis too late . SONG 97 What's S THAT TO
YOU . Tune .-- The Glancing of her Apron . My Jeany and I have toila The live ...
But after all the pleafing toy , That human person could enjoy , He left the girl to
moan her fate , And the repents , when ' tis too late . SONG 97 What's S THAT TO
YOU . Tune .-- The Glancing of her Apron . My Jeany and I have toila The live ...
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tis o'er late at thy fate to repine ; Poor shepherd ; Amynta nae mair can be thine :
Thy tears are a ' fruitless , thy wishes are vain , The moments neglected return not
again . what had my youth , & c . SONG 144 . Fy gar rub her o'er wi ' Strae .
tis o'er late at thy fate to repine ; Poor shepherd ; Amynta nae mair can be thine :
Thy tears are a ' fruitless , thy wishes are vain , The moments neglected return not
again . what had my youth , & c . SONG 144 . Fy gar rub her o'er wi ' Strae .
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Страница 320 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
Страница 266 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Страница 51 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Страница 52 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...
Страница 267 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
Страница 200 - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: They gie'd him my hand, tho' my heart was in the sea; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Страница 52 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Страница 183 - Tis pride puts a' the country down, Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee. Every land has its ain laugh, Ilk kind of corn it has its hool ; I think the warld is a' run wrang, When ilka wife her man wad rule.
Страница 144 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Страница 108 - Jeany's face May caufe mae men to rue, And that may gar me fay, alas ! But what's that to you ? Conceal thy beauties if thou can, Hide that fweet face of thine, That I may only be the man Enjoys thefe looks divine. O do not proftitute, my dear, Wonders to common view, And I with faithful heart fhall fwear, For ever to be true.