Lyrics from the Old Song BooksEdmondstoune Duncan G. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1927 - Всего страниц: 611 |
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... heart was soon enchainèd : Full soon your love was leapt from me , Full soon my place he had obtainèd . Soon came a third your love to win , And we were out and he was in . Adieu , Love , adieu , Love , untrue Love ! Untrue Love ...
... heart was soon enchainèd : Full soon your love was leapt from me , Full soon my place he had obtainèd . Soon came a third your love to win , And we were out and he was in . Adieu , Love , adieu , Love , untrue Love ! Untrue Love ...
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... heart . For e'er to endure , Thou mayest be sure , Until death us two do depart . Shakespeare alludes to this song in King Lear , III , 6 . Queen Elizabeth's accession runs thus : Come over the burne , Besse , My little pretty Besse ...
... heart . For e'er to endure , Thou mayest be sure , Until death us two do depart . Shakespeare alludes to this song in King Lear , III , 6 . Queen Elizabeth's accession runs thus : Come over the burne , Besse , My little pretty Besse ...
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... Heart ! O MY heart ! And O my heart ! It is so sore , My heart it is so sore , Since I must needs from my love depart , And know no cause wherefore . Cruel Fair , How shouldst thou care ? Thou wilt not heed My direst , direst need : And ...
... Heart ! O MY heart ! And O my heart ! It is so sore , My heart it is so sore , Since I must needs from my love depart , And know no cause wherefore . Cruel Fair , How shouldst thou care ? Thou wilt not heed My direst , direst need : And ...
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... heart as soon : Should we then sing , or sigh , or moan ? No , no , my lute ! for I have done . The rocks do not so ... hearts thorough Love's shot , By whom , unkind , thou hast them won ; Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my ...
... heart as soon : Should we then sing , or sigh , or moan ? No , no , my lute ! for I have done . The rocks do not so ... hearts thorough Love's shot , By whom , unkind , thou hast them won ; Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my ...
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... heart be e'er sae lovin ' , or the moon shine ne'er sae bricht . He wad neither lie in barn , nor yet wad he in byre , But in ahint the ha ' door , or else afore the fire . And we'll gang nae mair a - rovin ' . . . The beggar's bed was ...
... heart be e'er sae lovin ' , or the moon shine ne'er sae bricht . He wad neither lie in barn , nor yet wad he in byre , But in ahint the ha ' door , or else afore the fire . And we'll gang nae mair a - rovin ' . . . The beggar's bed was ...
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Стр. 166 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 136 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Стр. 494 - NIGHTINGALE My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Стр. 253 - 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.
Стр. 136 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Стр. 128 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired
Стр. 136 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Стр. 505 - I remember, I remember I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
Стр. 115 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Стр. 525 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...