Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 |
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Strona xiv
... ne'er was a name so handed There was an old man , and though There was a jolly Miller There was a jolly Tinker There was a jovial Beggar There was never nothing more me pain'd There's a good time coming , boys This bleak and frosty ...
... ne'er was a name so handed There was an old man , and though There was a jolly Miller There was a jolly Tinker There was a jovial Beggar There was never nothing more me pain'd There's a good time coming , boys This bleak and frosty ...
Strona 47
... ne'er the more despair ; If she love me , this believe , I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo , I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? I LOVED A LASS , A FAIR ONE ...
... ne'er the more despair ; If she love me , this believe , I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo , I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? I LOVED A LASS , A FAIR ONE ...
Strona 65
... ne'er my wishes . win ; Give me an animated form That speaks a mind within ; A face where awful honour shines , Where sense and sweetness move , And angel innocence refines The tenderness of love . These are the soul of beauty's frame ...
... ne'er my wishes . win ; Give me an animated form That speaks a mind within ; A face where awful honour shines , Where sense and sweetness move , And angel innocence refines The tenderness of love . These are the soul of beauty's frame ...
Strona 70
... ne'er could injure you ; For though your tongue no promise claim'd , Your charms would make me true : Το you no soul shall bear deceit , No stranger offer wrong ; But friends in all the aged you'll meet , And lovers in the young . For ...
... ne'er could injure you ; For though your tongue no promise claim'd , Your charms would make me true : Το you no soul shall bear deceit , No stranger offer wrong ; But friends in all the aged you'll meet , And lovers in the young . For ...
Strona 72
... ne'er shall sleep again . My soul nor deigns nor dares complain , Though grief and passion there rebel ; I only know I loved in vain- I only feel - Farewell ! farewell ! I SAW THEE WEEP . LORD BYRON . I SAW thee weep ; the big bright ...
... ne'er shall sleep again . My soul nor deigns nor dares complain , Though grief and passion there rebel ; I only know I loved in vain- I only feel - Farewell ! farewell ! I SAW THEE WEEP . LORD BYRON . I SAW thee weep ; the big bright ...
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Strona 55 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Strona 202 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast ; And bends the gallant mast my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Strona 150 - 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?
Strona 36 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Strona 88 - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Strona 67 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Strona 201 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Strona 146 - 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, creep to death.
Strona 43 - 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.
Strona 178 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.