Ancient ballads and songs; with notices, including original poetry. By T. Lyle1827 |
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... green , Like fairy queen , and sing full clear , Corinna can with smiling cheer ; Yet since their eyes make hearts so sore , Hey - ho ! chil [ shall ] love no more . My sheep are lost for want of food , And I so would , that all the day ...
... green , Like fairy queen , and sing full clear , Corinna can with smiling cheer ; Yet since their eyes make hearts so sore , Hey - ho ! chil [ shall ] love no more . My sheep are lost for want of food , And I so would , that all the day ...
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... Never to climb above their reach . The two foregoing Pieces are from " An Houre's Recreation in Musicke , by RICH . ALISON . " - 1606 . GREEN'S ARCADIA . SEPHESTIA'S SONG TO HER CHILD , AFTER 20 ALISON'S RECREATIONS .
... Never to climb above their reach . The two foregoing Pieces are from " An Houre's Recreation in Musicke , by RICH . ALISON . " - 1606 . GREEN'S ARCADIA . SEPHESTIA'S SONG TO HER CHILD , AFTER 20 ALISON'S RECREATIONS .
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... GREEN . Lond . 1616. Green was born a gentleman , but com- pelled from necessity to support himself and his family by the efforts of his pen . His publications are from forty - five to fifty in number , from the sale of which he had ...
... GREEN . Lond . 1616. Green was born a gentleman , but com- pelled from necessity to support himself and his family by the efforts of his pen . His publications are from forty - five to fifty in number , from the sale of which he had ...
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... green turfs rear his head , And who so rudely move him . He's soft and tender , pray take heed , With bands of cowslips bind him , And bring him home ; but ' tis decreed That I shall never find him . NIGHT SONG TO JULIA . HER lamp the ...
... green turfs rear his head , And who so rudely move him . He's soft and tender , pray take heed , With bands of cowslips bind him , And bring him home ; but ' tis decreed That I shall never find him . NIGHT SONG TO JULIA . HER lamp the ...
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... green , Fester'd wounds ask deeper lancing ; After - cures are seldom seen , Often sought , scarce ever chancing : Time and place give best advice , Out of season , out of price . The two foregoing Ballads are by ROBERT SOUTHWELL , a ...
... green , Fester'd wounds ask deeper lancing ; After - cures are seldom seen , Often sought , scarce ever chancing : Time and place give best advice , Out of season , out of price . The two foregoing Ballads are by ROBERT SOUTHWELL , a ...
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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.