The songs of England and Scotland1835 |
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Strana xxi
... night But yet ye wote not whom I mean . The nightingale sat on a brere Among the thornys sharp and keen And comfort me with merry cheer But yet ye wote not whom I mean . The Editor has modernised the spelling of one of the exclamations ...
... night But yet ye wote not whom I mean . The nightingale sat on a brere Among the thornys sharp and keen And comfort me with merry cheer But yet ye wote not whom I mean . The Editor has modernised the spelling of one of the exclamations ...
Strana 8
... night ; While Flora busy is to spread Her richest treasure on our bed . Ten thousand glow - worms shall attend , And all their sparkling lights shall spend , All to adorn and beautify Your lodging with most majesty . Then in mine arms ...
... night ; While Flora busy is to spread Her richest treasure on our bed . Ten thousand glow - worms shall attend , And all their sparkling lights shall spend , All to adorn and beautify Your lodging with most majesty . Then in mine arms ...
Strana 9
England. Thus as we pass the welcome night In sportful pleasures and delight , The nimble fairies on the grounds , Shall dance and sing melodious sounds . If these may serve for to entice Your presence to love's paradise , Then come with ...
England. Thus as we pass the welcome night In sportful pleasures and delight , The nimble fairies on the grounds , Shall dance and sing melodious sounds . If these may serve for to entice Your presence to love's paradise , Then come with ...
Strana 34
... night . Why should we defer our joys ? Fame and rumour are but toys . Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies ? Or his easier ears beguile , Thus removed by our wile ? ' Tis no sin love's fruit to steal , But the sweet ...
... night . Why should we defer our joys ? Fame and rumour are but toys . Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies ? Or his easier ears beguile , Thus removed by our wile ? ' Tis no sin love's fruit to steal , But the sweet ...
Strana 38
... night - sports here . What revell rout Is kept about , In every corner where I go , I will o'ersee , And merry bee , And make good sport , with ho , ho , ho ! More swift than lightning can I flye About this aery welkin soone , And , in ...
... night - sports here . What revell rout Is kept about , In every corner where I go , I will o'ersee , And merry bee , And make good sport , with ho , ho , ho ! More swift than lightning can I flye About this aery welkin soone , And , in ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang Amynta auld ballad beauty BEN JONSON birds blest bliss bloom bonnie lassie Born bosom bower braes braw breast breath bright cauld charms cheek dear doth drink e'er EDMUND WALLER eyes fair flowers frae gentle glen grace green gudeman hame HARRY CAREY heart hills JAMES HOGG JOHN JOHN DRYDEN kiss Kytt lady lass lips live lo'e Lord lov'd love's lover maid mair MATTHEW PRIOR maun merry ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pleasure Poems poet printed R. B. SHERIDAN Ramsay Ritson ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL rose says Scotland Scottish Songs shepherd sigh sing smile soft sorrow soul sung swain sweet Tea Table Miscellany tears tell tender thee There's thine THOMAS CAREW thou thought thro verses weel Willie wind young youth
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Strana 30 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee...
Strana 242 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Strana 241 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Strana 74 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 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,...
Strana 85 - 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 die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time...
Strana 90 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Strana 232 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Strana 258 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Strana 29 - 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.
Strana 266 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave!