The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs, Том 4J. Walthoe, 1732 |
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... d never deny me the cure ; But fince it is fo , I must hope for no ease , Since my physician won't know my disease . A The COBLER'S End . COBLER there was , and 3 The 88 A Collection of Songs . Beauty and sense, in ample grace, ...
... d never deny me the cure ; But fince it is fo , I must hope for no ease , Since my physician won't know my disease . A The COBLER'S End . COBLER there was , and 3 The 88 A Collection of Songs . Beauty and sense, in ample grace, ...
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... grace the vale ; Beauties that make the barren foil rocks of Tunbridge fmile . And craggy He came , and Cœlia's dang'rous charms Beheld with eager gaze : so round a torch's glimm'ring light , Th ' admiring infect plays ; Like that he ...
... grace the vale ; Beauties that make the barren foil rocks of Tunbridge fmile . And craggy He came , and Cœlia's dang'rous charms Beheld with eager gaze : so round a torch's glimm'ring light , Th ' admiring infect plays ; Like that he ...
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... grace , In her my love shall center . Sooner the feas fhall ceafe to flow , Their waves the Alps fhall cover , On Greenland ice fhall rofes grow , Before I ceafe to love her . The next time I go o'er the moor , She fhall a lover find me ...
... grace , In her my love shall center . Sooner the feas fhall ceafe to flow , Their waves the Alps fhall cover , On Greenland ice fhall rofes grow , Before I ceafe to love her . The next time I go o'er the moor , She fhall a lover find me ...
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... grace adorning , Gently warms my fond defire ; Sighs for every figh returning , Like a veftal feeds the fire , Hiding ftill the fecret pleasure , From the prying vulgar eye ; Still refigning all her treasure , Giving , without pain ...
... grace adorning , Gently warms my fond defire ; Sighs for every figh returning , Like a veftal feeds the fire , Hiding ftill the fecret pleasure , From the prying vulgar eye ; Still refigning all her treasure , Giving , without pain ...
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... grace my house , Cocky my chary fhe , I've a head where love can plant , Tho ' a trifling tail I want ; Will you , fair one , liking grant ? Twiddle , come twiddle twee . Mifs Moufe . I can ne'er to one confent , Croakledom hee ...
... grace my house , Cocky my chary fhe , I've a head where love can plant , Tho ' a trifling tail I want ; Will you , fair one , liking grant ? Twiddle , come twiddle twee . Mifs Moufe . I can ne'er to one confent , Croakledom hee ...
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