Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 pagina's |
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Pagina 177
... hearts delight : When princes watch with spear and shield , The poor man foundly fleeps all night . While love and friendship doth agree , & c . 35 40 45 N Yet Yet this by proof is daily try'd , For Gods ANCIENT SONG S. 177.
... hearts delight : When princes watch with spear and shield , The poor man foundly fleeps all night . While love and friendship doth agree , & c . 35 40 45 N Yet Yet this by proof is daily try'd , For Gods ANCIENT SONG S. 177.
Pagina 182
... the fea , Hung their heads , & then lay by : In fweet muficke is fuch art ; Killing care , & griefe of heart , Fall afleepe , or , hearing , dye . 5 10 XVI . HARK ! XVI . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK . BY 182 ANCIENT SONGS .
... the fea , Hung their heads , & then lay by : In fweet muficke is fuch art ; Killing care , & griefe of heart , Fall afleepe , or , hearing , dye . 5 10 XVI . HARK ! XVI . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK . BY 182 ANCIENT SONGS .
Pagina 186
... heart goes all the day , Your fad tires in a mile - a . For I the ballad will repeat , Which men full true fhall find ; 50 Your marriage comes by destiny , Your cuckow fings by kind.- O heart , o heart , o heavy heart , Why figh'ft thou ...
... heart goes all the day , Your fad tires in a mile - a . For I the ballad will repeat , Which men full true fhall find ; 50 Your marriage comes by destiny , Your cuckow fings by kind.- O heart , o heart , o heavy heart , Why figh'ft thou ...
Pagina 188
... heart ; For fince I have found thee , lovely youth , We never more will part . 85 XVIII . THE LANCASHIRE SONG . -Given from " Wit and Drollery . " Lond . 1661. 12mo . Corrected by a copy preferved in Drydens Mifcellaneous Poems , and in ...
... heart ; For fince I have found thee , lovely youth , We never more will part . 85 XVIII . THE LANCASHIRE SONG . -Given from " Wit and Drollery . " Lond . 1661. 12mo . Corrected by a copy preferved in Drydens Mifcellaneous Poems , and in ...
Pagina 199
... heart to tell the woe That did near London late befal , On Martlemas - eve , O woe is me , I grieve the chance , and ever fhall , Of two right gallant Gentlemen , Who very rafhly fell at words , But to their quarrel could not fall ...
... heart to tell the woe That did near London late befal , On Martlemas - eve , O woe is me , I grieve the chance , and ever fhall , Of two right gallant Gentlemen , Who very rafhly fell at words , But to their quarrel could not fall ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina lxvi - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Pagina 179 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Pagina lxix - Go from my window, love, go ; Go from my window, my dear ! The wind and the rain Will drive you back again ; You cannot be lodged here.
Pagina 181 - 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 everything that pretty is — My lady sweet, arise : Arise, arise.
Pagina 224 - Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Pagina 225 - Marched boldly up, like our trained band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife or teeth was able To stay to be entreated ? And this the very reason was, Before the parson could say grace The company was seated.
Pagina lxvii - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Pagina 223 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
Pagina lviii - Brome, brome on hill, The gentle brome on hill, hill: Brome, brome on Hive hill, The gentle brome on Hive hill, The brome standes on Hive hill a.
Pagina xxi - Percy out of Northumberland, And a vow to God made he, That he would hunt in the mountains Of Cheviot, within days three, In the maugre of doughty Douglas, And all that ever with him be. The fattest harts in all Cheviot He said he would kill, and carry them away ; " By my faith," said the doughty Douglas again, " I will let that hunting if that I may.