Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works...L. Relfe, 1827 - 250 strán (strany) |
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Strana 64
... his feet a stone , He will sleep , nor hear the maiden's moan ; O'er his white bones the birds shall fly , The wild deer bound , and foxes cry . RAVENSCROFT'S MELISMATA . 65 The late Mr. John Findlay , 64 RAVENSCROFT'S MELISMATA .
... his feet a stone , He will sleep , nor hear the maiden's moan ; O'er his white bones the birds shall fly , The wild deer bound , and foxes cry . RAVENSCROFT'S MELISMATA . 65 The late Mr. John Findlay , 64 RAVENSCROFT'S MELISMATA .
Strana 65
... o'er the seedy mill - dam , O yes , kind Sir , and that I am . And then came out the dusty mouse , Saying , I am lady of this house . ' Hast thou any mind of me ? I have e'en great mind of thee . Then he pull'd out a farthing fine , Away ,
... o'er the seedy mill - dam , O yes , kind Sir , and that I am . And then came out the dusty mouse , Saying , I am lady of this house . ' Hast thou any mind of me ? I have e'en great mind of thee . Then he pull'd out a farthing fine , Away ,
Strana 66
... o'er with bread and wine . And who shall this marriage make ? Who but our lord , which is the rat . What shall we have to our supper ? Three beans in a pound of butter . And now when supper they were at , The frog , the mouse , and even ...
... o'er with bread and wine . And who shall this marriage make ? Who but our lord , which is the rat . What shall we have to our supper ? Three beans in a pound of butter . And now when supper they were at , The frog , the mouse , and even ...
Strana 93
... o'er her prey , But you'll ne'er stop a lover , He will find out his way . 93 THE FORCE OF LOVE . The lowest trees have tops , the ant her gall , The fly her spleen , the little spark its heat ; The slender hairs cast shadows though but ...
... o'er her prey , But you'll ne'er stop a lover , He will find out his way . 93 THE FORCE OF LOVE . The lowest trees have tops , the ant her gall , The fly her spleen , the little spark its heat ; The slender hairs cast shadows though but ...
Strana 94
... , To woful hearts , she casts her light , O'er buds that bloom on every brae ; And showers are shed forth of that sight , Through gladness of this lusty May . 1 Rue , Have pity . DR . WALTER POPE . Birds on boughs , of 94 ABERDEEN CANTUS .
... , To woful hearts , she casts her light , O'er buds that bloom on every brae ; And showers are shed forth of that sight , Through gladness of this lusty May . 1 Rue , Have pity . DR . WALTER POPE . Birds on boughs , of 94 ABERDEEN CANTUS .
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ABERDEEN CANTUS adieu alace Anne hath Anne Hathaway auld wife Ballad beauty beauty's BEN JOHNSON Billy boy birds blooming blush bonnie lassie born bosom bower breath bright cheek cuckoo Cupid darling dear delight despair disdain doth Dunoon England's Helicon eyes fair fancy flowers fond foregoing frae glen grace green grief grove haste heart heaven Heigh-ho hope JOHN LYLY kiss lady lass Lauderdale lips live Lord Lord Delaware love good-morrow love's lover lusty maid mind morn muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er pain pale poet poetry Poor auld maidens pretty Queen RICHARD LOVELACE rose round Rowallan ROWALLAN'S POEMS says Scottish sigh sing SIR WILLIAM MURE smile song Sonnets sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet love tears thee thine THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MORLEY thou three ravens tree wanton weep wild wind WIND-FLOWER winter young
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Strana 57 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Strana 78 - 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.
Strana 30 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Strana 72 - 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?
Strana 34 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Strana 32 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Strana 52 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Strana 50 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not 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 the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Strana 34 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Strana 73 - 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.