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 dear delusion wou'd not last ; The airy vision now is o'er : Cou'd I forget but
time that's past , And fond reflection were no more ? Adieu ! ye feats of pure
delight ! Ne'er will ye joy to me renew ; A ling'ring tear now dims my fight ,
Perhaps for ...
The dear delusion wou'd not last ; The airy vision now is o'er : Cou'd I forget but
time that's past , And fond reflection were no more ? Adieu ! ye feats of pure
delight ! Ne'er will ye joy to me renew ; A ling'ring tear now dims my fight ,
Perhaps for ...
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But I shall take care , before that I'm gone , What is all this gay world to me , Why
should I be sad , for what I ne'er had , But amongst my good friends let it flee . Left
about my estate , there should be a debate , When my head it is lying full low ...
But I shall take care , before that I'm gone , What is all this gay world to me , Why
should I be sad , for what I ne'er had , But amongst my good friends let it flee . Left
about my estate , there should be a debate , When my head it is lying full low ...
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My wife fits at the fire - fide ; And the tear blinds ay her ce ; The ne'er a bed will
she gae to , But fit and tak the gee . . In the morning soon , when I came down ,
The ne'er ae word the spake ; But mony a sad and sour look , And ay her head
she'd ...
My wife fits at the fire - fide ; And the tear blinds ay her ce ; The ne'er a bed will
she gae to , But fit and tak the gee . . In the morning soon , when I came down ,
The ne'er ae word the spake ; But mony a sad and sour look , And ay her head
she'd ...
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For hark , and I will tell you , lass , Did I not see your Jamie pass , Wi ' muckle
gladness in his face , Out o'er the muir to Maggie . gae her And Maggie took them
ne'er amiss ; ' Tween ilka smack pleas'd her wi ' this , That Bess was but a gawkie
...
For hark , and I will tell you , lass , Did I not see your Jamie pass , Wi ' muckle
gladness in his face , Out o'er the muir to Maggie . gae her And Maggie took them
ne'er amiss ; ' Tween ilka smack pleas'd her wi ' this , That Bess was but a gawkie
...
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Old Socrates ne'er was content , Till a bottle had hightened his joys , Who in's
cups to the oracle went , Or he ne'er had been counted so wise : Late hours he
most certainly lov'd , Made wine the delight of his life , Or Xantippe would never
have ...
Old Socrates ne'er was content , Till a bottle had hightened his joys , Who in's
cups to the oracle went , Or he ne'er had been counted so wise : Late hours he
most certainly lov'd , Made wine the delight of his life , Or Xantippe would never
have ...
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| Заглавие | 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 Eighteenth century collections online |
| Издател | Campbell Denovan, 1782 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 14 Дек 2006 |
| Брой страници | 324 страници |
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