The Songs of England and Scotland, Volumen1J. Cochrane, 1835 |
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... have been inspired by the simple beverage of those times . " Hist . of Eng . Poet . Ed . 1824 , vol . 4 , p . 30. Still was Bishop of Bath and Wells . ] THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . Born 4 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... have been inspired by the simple beverage of those times . " Hist . of Eng . Poet . Ed . 1824 , vol . 4 , p . 30. Still was Bishop of Bath and Wells . ] THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . Born 4 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
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THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . Born 1565 - Killed 1593 . Come , live with me and be my love , And we will all the pleasures prove , That grove or valley , hill or field , Or wood and steepy mountain yield . Where we ...
THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . Born 1565 - Killed 1593 . Come , live with me and be my love , And we will all the pleasures prove , That grove or valley , hill or field , Or wood and steepy mountain yield . Where we ...
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... Born about 1550 . A woman's face is full of wiles , Her tears are like the crocodil : With outward cheer on thee she smiles , When in her heart she thinks thee ill . Her tongue still chats of this and that , Than aspine leaf it wags ...
... Born about 1550 . A woman's face is full of wiles , Her tears are like the crocodil : With outward cheer on thee she smiles , When in her heart she thinks thee ill . Her tongue still chats of this and that , Than aspine leaf it wags ...
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... Born about 1553 - Died 1600 . ( ) for a bowl of fat Canary , Rich Palermo , sparkling sherry , Some nectar else from Juno's dairy ; O these draughts would make us merry ! O for a wench ( I deal in faces And in other daintier things ) ...
... Born about 1553 - Died 1600 . ( ) for a bowl of fat Canary , Rich Palermo , sparkling sherry , Some nectar else from Juno's dairy ; O these draughts would make us merry ! O for a wench ( I deal in faces And in other daintier things ) ...
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... Born 1554 - Died 1628 . Away with these self - loving lads , Whom Cupid's arrow never glads ! Away poor souls that sigh and weep , In love of those that lie asleep ! For Cupid is a merry god , And forceth none to kiss the rod . Sweep ...
... Born 1554 - Died 1628 . Away with these self - loving lads , Whom Cupid's arrow never glads ! Away poor souls that sigh and weep , In love of those that lie asleep ! For Cupid is a merry god , And forceth none to kiss the rod . Sweep ...
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Amynta ballad BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON birds blest bliss blushes Born bosom bowers breast breath bright Burns Celia CHARLES DIBDIN charms cheek Chloris Crazy Jane dear delight despair disdain divine doth drink Dryden EDMUND WALLER English eyes fair Falero flowers garland gentle give grace grove happy HARRY CAREY hath heart JOHN JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GAY JOHN WOLCOT JONSON joys kind kiss Kytt lady lass lero lips live look Lord LORD BYRON loue lov'd Love's lover maid MATTHEW PRIOR Minstrels ne'er never night nymph o'er pain passion Percy Phillis pleasure Poems poetry poets poor pride printed Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Ritson rose says shepherd sighs sing smile soft song sorrow soul spring sung swain sweet Molly tears tell tender thee There's thine THOMAS CAREW thought thro Twas verses wanton weep wind wine youth
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Página 256 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 92 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Página 31 - 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.
Página 95 - 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?
Página 257 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! [From the Hebrew Melodies.] KNOW YE THE LAND?
Página 21 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Página 256 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 79 - 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. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Página 21 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Página 20 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...