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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... sound . Come , live with me , and be my Love Come , now , all ye Social powers Come , thou Monarch of the Vine . Crabbed Age and Youth Daddy Neptune , one day , to Freedom Dame Durden had five serving girls Dearest ! do not you delay me ...
... sound . Come , live with me , and be my Love Come , now , all ye Social powers Come , thou Monarch of the Vine . Crabbed Age and Youth Daddy Neptune , one day , to Freedom Dame Durden had five serving girls Dearest ! do not you delay me ...
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... sound of Robin's horn · • · Anonymous Akenside Sir Walter Scott Alfred Tennyson Anonymous Abraham Cowley Anonymous . PAGE 236 • 65 250 • 319 • • • 100 125 248 298 D. Terry . 134 Richard Allison · 37 Upton 159 " Convivial Songster " 293 ...
... sound of Robin's horn · • · Anonymous Akenside Sir Walter Scott Alfred Tennyson Anonymous Abraham Cowley Anonymous . PAGE 236 • 65 250 • 319 • • • 100 125 248 298 D. Terry . 134 Richard Allison · 37 Upton 159 " Convivial Songster " 293 ...
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... sounds of woe Into , Hey nonny , nonny . Sing no more ditties , sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men was ever so , Since summer first was leavy . Then sigh not so , But let them go , And be you blithe and bonny ...
... sounds of woe Into , Hey nonny , nonny . Sing no more ditties , sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men was ever so , Since summer first was leavy . Then sigh not so , But let them go , And be you blithe and bonny ...
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... 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 th ' adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . ON CELIA ...
... 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 th ' adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . ON CELIA ...
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... sound The nymphs tread out their ground , Fa , la , la . Fie , then , why sit we musing , Youth's sweet delight refusing , Fa , la , la . Say , dainty nymphs , and speak , Shall we play at barley - break ? * Fa , la , la . An old ...
... sound The nymphs tread out their ground , Fa , la , la . Fie , then , why sit we musing , Youth's sweet delight refusing , Fa , la , la . Say , dainty nymphs , and speak , Shall we play at barley - break ? * Fa , la , la . An old ...
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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.