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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... Lover feign , Of finer Pleasure mixt with Pain : Then prithee , prithee give me gentle Boy , None of thy Grief , but all , all , all , all , but all , all , all , all , all , all the Joy ; But all , all , all , all , all , all the Joy ...
... Lover feign , Of finer Pleasure mixt with Pain : Then prithee , prithee give me gentle Boy , None of thy Grief , but all , all , all , all , but all , all , all , all , all , all the Joy ; But all , all , all , all , all , all the Joy ...
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... m Glad ? Oh ! Lovers Goddess , who wert form'd , From Cold and Icy , Icy Seas ; Instruct me why I am thus warm'd ! And Darts at once can wound and please . A 1 A SONG Set by Mr. John Eccles , Sung PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 25.
... m Glad ? Oh ! Lovers Goddess , who wert form'd , From Cold and Icy , Icy Seas ; Instruct me why I am thus warm'd ! And Darts at once can wound and please . A 1 A SONG Set by Mr. John Eccles , Sung PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 25.
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... With often changing ; Cupid it is my Name , I live by ranging . If Cupid be thy Name , That shoot at Rovers ; I have heard of thy Fame , By wounded Lovers : Should Should any languish that Are set on fire ; By 44 PILLS to Purge Melancholy ,
... With often changing ; Cupid it is my Name , I live by ranging . If Cupid be thy Name , That shoot at Rovers ; I have heard of thy Fame , By wounded Lovers : Should Should any languish that Are set on fire ; By 44 PILLS to Purge Melancholy ,
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... Lover . And now this gallant Heart Sorely lies bleeding ; He felt the greatest smart , From Love proceeding ; He did her help implore , Whom he affected , But found that more and more , Him she rejected . For Cupid with his Craft ...
... Lover . And now this gallant Heart Sorely lies bleeding ; He felt the greatest smart , From Love proceeding ; He did her help implore , Whom he affected , But found that more and more , Him she rejected . For Cupid with his Craft ...
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... Lover , When he tells her of his Flame : But she keeps a greater Treasure , Binds and Bonds inflame his Heart ; Charms that flow with tides of Pleasure , More obey'd than Cupid's Dart . False $ False Amintor leave Dissembling , Tell her ...
... Lover , When he tells her of his Flame : But she keeps a greater Treasure , Binds and Bonds inflame his Heart ; Charms that flow with tides of Pleasure , More obey'd than Cupid's Dart . False $ False Amintor leave Dissembling , Tell her ...
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...