Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works...L. Relfe, 1827 - Всего страниц: 250 |
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... round with a limber twig of meadow - sweet , or a tendril of woodbine , he returns home , and exultingly presents the treasure to his delighted parents , who forthwith are invited to rejoice with him in their turn , as he tells over ...
... round with a limber twig of meadow - sweet , or a tendril of woodbine , he returns home , and exultingly presents the treasure to his delighted parents , who forthwith are invited to rejoice with him in their turn , as he tells over ...
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... ROUNDS . I pray you , good mother , give me leave To play with little John , To make his bed , and comb his head , And come again anon . Or else beat me as you think good , For I love John alone . 61 THE PAINTER'S SONG OF LONDON . FROM ...
... ROUNDS . I pray you , good mother , give me leave To play with little John , To make his bed , and comb his head , And come again anon . Or else beat me as you think good , For I love John alone . 61 THE PAINTER'S SONG OF LONDON . FROM ...
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... round , By the blazing hearth we are oftenest found ; But in summer , when the fields are dry , To the hunting goes my dog and I. As my dog and I went down yon glen , I smiled to a maiden who smiled again , As tripping lightly o'er the ...
... round , By the blazing hearth we are oftenest found ; But in summer , when the fields are dry , To the hunting goes my dog and I. As my dog and I went down yon glen , I smiled to a maiden who smiled again , As tripping lightly o'er the ...
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... round the middle so small , And kiss'd the dear maid again . She cries to the cock , saying , thou must not crow , Until that the day be worn ; And thy wings shall be made of the silvery gray , And thy voice of the silver horn . As ...
... round the middle so small , And kiss'd the dear maid again . She cries to the cock , saying , thou must not crow , Until that the day be worn ; And thy wings shall be made of the silvery gray , And thy voice of the silver horn . As ...
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... round thy darling boy . Is the maid so dear to thee , Billy boy , Billy boy ? Is her heart with thee at sea , Billy boy ? The maid is dear to me , As the bark is to the tree , Since my Nancy won my fancy , I'm her darling Billy boy ...
... round thy darling boy . Is the maid so dear to thee , Billy boy , Billy boy ? Is her heart with thee at sea , Billy boy ? The maid is dear to me , As the bark is to the tree , Since my Nancy won my fancy , I'm her darling Billy boy ...
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ABERDEEN CANTUS adieu alace Anne hath Anne Hathaway auld wife Ballad beauty beauty's BEN JOHNSON Billy boy birds blooming blush bonnie lassie born bosom bower breath bright cheek cuckoo Cupid darling dear delight despair disdain doth Dunoon England's Helicon eyes fair fancy flowers fond foregoing frae glen grace green grief grove haste heart heaven Heigh-ho hope JOHN LYLY kiss lady lass Lauderdale lips live Lord Lord Delaware love good-morrow love's lover lusty maid mind morn muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er pain pale poet poetry Poor auld maidens pretty Queen RICHARD LOVELACE rose round Rowallan ROWALLAN'S POEMS says Scottish sigh sing SIR WILLIAM MURE smile song Sonnets sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet love tears thee thine THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MORLEY thou three ravens tree wanton weep wild wind WIND-FLOWER winter young
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Стр. 57 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Стр. 78 - Go, lovely Rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Стр. 30 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Стр. 72 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her. Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Стр. 34 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Стр. 32 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Стр. 52 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Стр. 50 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 34 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Стр. 73 - He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.