Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - Всего страниц: 319 |
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... literature in this particular branch . The songs have not been uniformly selected for their beauty or their excellence . While these claims have not been lost sight of , the popularity which they may have at any time enjoyed , or the.
... literature in this particular branch . The songs have not been uniformly selected for their beauty or their excellence . While these claims have not been lost sight of , the popularity which they may have at any time enjoyed , or the.
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... beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison , and putting us quite beside ourselves , yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrance , and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows . No man ever forgot the ...
... beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison , and putting us quite beside ourselves , yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrance , and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows . No man ever forgot the ...
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... beauty , which signalised the revival of English literature at the commencement of the present century , had , of course , an effect upon the public taste as regarded songs ; and a song - writer appeared whose fame eclipsed that of all ...
... beauty , which signalised the revival of English literature at the commencement of the present century , had , of course , an effect upon the public taste as regarded songs ; and a song - writer appeared whose fame eclipsed that of all ...
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... beauty so pure , It doth under lure My poor heart full sure In governance . Therefore now will I Unto her apply , And ever will cry For remembrance . Her fair eye piercing My poor heart bleeding , And I abiding In hope of mede ; * A ...
... beauty so pure , It doth under lure My poor heart full sure In governance . Therefore now will I Unto her apply , And ever will cry For remembrance . Her fair eye piercing My poor heart bleeding , And I abiding In hope of mede ; * A ...
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... beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayen , Than doth the sun the candlelight , Or brightest day the darkest night ; And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the fair ; For what she saith ye may it trust , As it ...
... beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayen , Than doth the sun the candlelight , Or brightest day the darkest night ; And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the fair ; For what she saith ye may it trust , As it ...
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Abraham Newland ancient Bacchus ballads beauty born boys brave British grenadiers CHARLES DIBDIN CHARLES MACKAY charms chase cheer cold Crazy Jane cuckoo dance delight died doth drink England English melody eyes fair fear foes glee glory Hark Harry Carey hath heart Hearts of oak heav'n his soul heaven High trolollie hope horn hounds hunting JOHN jolly king kiss'd ladies land lass leather bottèl live Lord lover maid merrily merry mind morn music by Dr ne'er never night o'er old cap pleasure Poetry poor popular praise R. B. SHERIDAN Richmond Hill round row row Rule Britannia sail sailor ship sigh sing smile soldiers song Spanish Armada sport stanzas sung sweet Tally-ho tears tell thee There's thine Thomas Campbell thou true-love Twas Vicar of Bray wine wish in heav'n youth
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Стр. 55 - 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 honor more.
Стр. 202 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast ; And bends the gallant mast my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Стр. 150 - 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. 36 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Стр. 88 - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Стр. 67 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Стр. 201 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Стр. 146 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Стр. 43 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 178 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.