Ancient ballads and songs; with notices, including original poetry. By T. Lyle1827 |
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... cold ; Though poor and plain his diet , Yet merry it is , and quiet . IN FIELDS ABROAD . In fields abroad , where trumpets shrill do sound , Where glaves and shields do give and take the knocks , Where bodies dead do overspread the ...
... cold ; Though poor and plain his diet , Yet merry it is , and quiet . IN FIELDS ABROAD . In fields abroad , where trumpets shrill do sound , Where glaves and shields do give and take the knocks , Where bodies dead do overspread the ...
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... COLD WINTER'S ICE IS FLED . COLD winter's ice is fled and gone , And summer brags on every tree ; The red - breast peeps amidst the throng Of wood - born birds , that wanton be ; Each one forgets what they have been , And so doth ...
... COLD WINTER'S ICE IS FLED . COLD winter's ice is fled and gone , And summer brags on every tree ; The red - breast peeps amidst the throng Of wood - born birds , that wanton be ; Each one forgets what they have been , And so doth ...
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... cold , cold earth doth shake him ; But I will go , or send a kiss By you , Sir , to awake him . Pray , hurt him not ; though he be dead , He knows well who do love him , And who with green turfs rear his head , And who so rudely move ...
... cold , cold earth doth shake him ; But I will go , or send a kiss By you , Sir , to awake him . Pray , hurt him not ; though he be dead , He knows well who do love him , And who with green turfs rear his head , And who so rudely move ...
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... so pleasant to mine ear As love that scantly speaks for fear . The rose when first it doth prepare Its ruddy leaves to spread , And kissed by the cold night air , Hangs down its coyen head , ENGLAND'S HELICON . Is not so fair as love that.
... so pleasant to mine ear As love that scantly speaks for fear . The rose when first it doth prepare Its ruddy leaves to spread , And kissed by the cold night air , Hangs down its coyen head , ENGLAND'S HELICON . Is not so fair as love that.
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... cold . I stuff my skin so full within , With jolly good ale and old . Back and sides go bare , go bare , Both foot and hand go cold ; But belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . I love no roast , but a nut ...
... cold . I stuff my skin so full within , With jolly good ale and old . Back and sides go bare , go bare , Both foot and hand go cold ; But belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . I love no roast , but a nut ...
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Стр. 84 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 80 - 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. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then...
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. 83 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 31 - 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. 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. 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. 19 - There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy Till 'Cherry-ripe
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.