Wit and Mirth: Or, Pills to Purge Melancholy: Being a Collection of the Best Merry Ballads and Songs, Old and New. Fitted to All Humours, Having Each Their Proper Tune for Either Voice, Or Instrument: Most of the Songs Being New Set... London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-20, Volumen61720 |
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... Lord , in the Time of Vacation , 229 237 239 247 248 251 261 262 275 286 289 292 A Comely Dame of Islington , 296 Ah ! how happy's he , 303 A Little Love may prove a Pleasure , 307 At the Change as I was a walking , 324 All you that ...
... Lord , in the Time of Vacation , 229 237 239 247 248 251 261 262 275 286 289 292 A Comely Dame of Islington , 296 Ah ! how happy's he , 303 A Little Love may prove a Pleasure , 307 At the Change as I was a walking , 324 All you that ...
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... Lord ! cry'd out he Unto young Burgundy , Wou'd your Brother and you were at Home . Just so did he say When without more delay , Away the young Gentry fled ; Whose Heels for that Work Were much lighter than Cork , But their Hearts were ...
... Lord ! cry'd out he Unto young Burgundy , Wou'd your Brother and you were at Home . Just so did he say When without more delay , Away the young Gentry fled ; Whose Heels for that Work Were much lighter than Cork , But their Hearts were ...
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... Lord - Mayor ; You Barons , you Knights , and also you ' Squires , Give Room for Gentlemen , here comes my Lord Mayor . First comes the Worshipful Company , Of Gallant Mercers into this Place ; With their worthy Caps of Maintenance ...
... Lord - Mayor ; You Barons , you Knights , and also you ' Squires , Give Room for Gentlemen , here comes my Lord Mayor . First comes the Worshipful Company , Of Gallant Mercers into this Place ; With their worthy Caps of Maintenance ...
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... Lord Mayor : Their Whifflers , their Batchelors , and all they have there , Give Room , & c . Then comes the Company of gallant Fishmongers , Attending his Lordship's coming here ; As duty bindeth they do still wait , Until his Lordship ...
... Lord Mayor : Their Whifflers , their Batchelors , and all they have there , Give Room , & c . Then comes the Company of gallant Fishmongers , Attending his Lordship's coming here ; As duty bindeth they do still wait , Until his Lordship ...
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... Lord Mayor . God bless our King and Counsel all , And all his true Subjects in this Land ; And cut down all those false Hereticks , That would the Gospel still withstand : God prosper this City , and all that are here , And I wish you ...
... Lord Mayor . God bless our King and Counsel all , And all his true Subjects in this Land ; And cut down all those false Hereticks , That would the Gospel still withstand : God prosper this City , and all that are here , And I wish you ...
Términos y frases comunes
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA alass Banter'd Beauty blest Body bonny Boys brave Calia Canting Crew Charms CONJURING Book cou'd cry'd Cupid DANIEL PURCELL dear derry Dog of War doth Drink e'er ev'ry Eyes Fair fantastick Fate fear Fene Fool Fove give Gossip Foan green Broom happy happy's Haut-boys play Heart HENRY PURCELL huzza JAMES HART JOHN ECCLES Jolly kind King Kiss Ladies Lass let the Haut-boys live Lord lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid Marry merry ne'er never Night Nose Nymph o'er Pain Passion Phillis pity Play call'd play'd Pleasure poor pray prithee PURCELL Queen quoth scorn Shela Shepherd shou'd Sighs Sing Sir Hugh Smock SONG Soul Strephon Sung Swain sweet tell thee There's rare thou Toping Town Trumpets Tune Twas Twill undone us'd vext Whigs Whilst Wife Wine wou'd young
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Página 364 - Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be...
Página 87 - Be concealed from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him By having him...
Página 163 - Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! All other ills, though sharp they prove, Serve to refine, and perfect love: In absence, or unkind disdain, Sweet hope relieves the lover's pain.
Página 89 - LOVE would lend wings to follow, and will find out the way ! There is no striving to cross his intent ! There is no contriving, his plots to prevent ! But if once the message greet him, that his True Love doth stay ; If Death should come and meet him ; LOVE will find outtheway ! THE FAIRIES
Página 274 - Should foggy Opdam chance to know Our sad and dismal story ; The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe, And quit their fort at Goree : For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind ! With a fa, &c.
Página 364 - She could doat on so lowly a Clown, Or that her fond Heart would not grieve To forsake the fine Folk of the Town? To think that a beauty so gay, So kind and so constant would prove; Or go clad like our Maidens in Gray, Or live in a Cottage on Love? What tho' I have Skill to complain, Tho' the Muses my Temples have crown'd; What tho' when they hear my soft Strain, The Virgins sit weeping around.
Página 57 - Venus here will chuse her dwelling, And forsake her Cyprian groves. Cupid, from his fav'rite nation, Care and envy will remove; Jealousy that poisons passion, And despair that dies for love. Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Sighs that blow the fire of love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. Ev'ry swain shall pay his duty, Grateful ev'ry nymph shall prove ; And as these excel in beauty, Those shall be renown'd for love.
Página 363 - OHOSTS." .UISPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply ; And the brook, in return to his pain. Ran mournfully murmuring by. " Alas, silly swain that I was !" Thus sadly complaining, he cry'd, " When first I beheld that fair face, 'Twere better by far I had dy'd.
Página 364 - twas a pleasure too great. I listen'd and cry'd, when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ? How foolish was I to believe She could doat on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve, To forsake the fine folk of the town ? To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant would prove ; Or go clad like our maidens in...