The Songs of England and Scotland, Volume 1J. Cochrane, 1835 |
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Pagina ii
... swain who was desirous of making widely known either the charms or the cruelty of his mis- tress , we must impute the birth of our love - songs ; those were the strains that " delayed the huddling brook , and lapped the prisoned soul in ...
... swain who was desirous of making widely known either the charms or the cruelty of his mis- tress , we must impute the birth of our love - songs ; those were the strains that " delayed the huddling brook , and lapped the prisoned soul in ...
Pagina 61
... swain : Those commont wiles Of sighs and smiles Are all bestow'd on me in vain . I have elsewhere vowed a duty ; Turn away thy tempting eye : Show not me a ‡ painted beauty ; These impostures I defy : My spirit loathes Where gawdy ...
... swain : Those commont wiles Of sighs and smiles Are all bestow'd on me in vain . I have elsewhere vowed a duty ; Turn away thy tempting eye : Show not me a ‡ painted beauty ; These impostures I defy : My spirit loathes Where gawdy ...
Pagina 112
... swain . Kiss me , dear , before my dying ; Kiss me once and ease my pain . Ever scorning and denying To reward your faithful swain , - Chloe , laughing at his crying , Told him that he lov'd in vain . Kiss me , dear , before my dying ...
... swain . Kiss me , dear , before my dying ; Kiss me once and ease my pain . Ever scorning and denying To reward your faithful swain , - Chloe , laughing at his crying , Told him that he lov'd in vain . Kiss me , dear , before my dying ...
Pagina 125
... LORD ROCHESTER . Born 1648 - Died 1680 . I cannot change , as others do , Though you unjustly scorn : Since that poor swain who sighs for you For you alone was born . No , Phillis , no , your heart to move SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... LORD ROCHESTER . Born 1648 - Died 1680 . I cannot change , as others do , Though you unjustly scorn : Since that poor swain who sighs for you For you alone was born . No , Phillis , no , your heart to move SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
Pagina 132
... will kill outright And every swain subdue . [ In Southerne's " Oroonoko , " 1699 , said there to be written by Sir Harry Sheers . ] CYNTHIA . Bright Cynthia's power divinely great , What heart 132 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... will kill outright And every swain subdue . [ In Southerne's " Oroonoko , " 1699 , said there to be written by Sir Harry Sheers . ] CYNTHIA . Bright Cynthia's power divinely great , What heart 132 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Amynta ballad BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON birds blest bliss blushes Born bosom bowers breast breath bright Burns Celia CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheek Chloris Crazy Jane dear delight despair disdain divine doth drink Dryden EDMUND WALLER English eyes fair Falero flowers garland gentle give grace grove happy HARRY CAREY hath heart JOHN JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GAY JOHN WOLCOT JONSON joys kind kiss Kytt lady lass lero lips live look Lord LORD BYRON loue lov'd Love's lover maid MATTHEW PRIOR Minstrels ne'er never night nymph o'er pain passion Percy Phillis pleasure Poems poetry poets poor pride printed Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Ritson rose says shepherd sighs sing smile soft song sorrow soul spring sung swain sweet Molly tears tell tender thee There's thine THOMAS CAREW thought thro Twas verses wanton weep wind wine youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 256 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Pagina 92 - 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.
Pagina 31 - 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.
Pagina 95 - 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?
Pagina 257 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! [From the Hebrew Melodies.] KNOW YE THE LAND?
Pagina 21 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Pagina 256 - 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.
Pagina 79 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Pagina 21 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pagina 20 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...