The Songs of England and Scotland, Volumen1J. Cochrane, 1835 |
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... cold : But belly , God send thee good ale ynoughe , Whether it be new or old . I love no rost , but a nut - browne toste , And a crab laid in the fire , A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I not desire No froste nor snow , nor ...
... cold : But belly , God send thee good ale ynoughe , Whether it be new or old . I love no rost , but a nut - browne toste , And a crab laid in the fire , A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I not desire No froste nor snow , nor ...
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... cold— With buckles of the purest gold . A belt of straw , and ivy - buds With coral clasps , and amber studs ; If these , these pleasures can thee move To live with me , and be my love . [ This beautiful song is the composition of ...
... cold— With buckles of the purest gold . A belt of straw , and ivy - buds With coral clasps , and amber studs ; If these , these pleasures can thee move To live with me , and be my love . [ This beautiful song is the composition of ...
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... short ; Youth is nimble , Age is lame : Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild and Age is tame , Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my love , my love is young : 24 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... short ; Youth is nimble , Age is lame : Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild and Age is tame , Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my love , my love is young : 24 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
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... cold floor them throw . If out they cry , Then forth I fly , And loudly laugh out , ho , ho , ho ! When any need to borrowe ought , We lend them what they do require : And for the use demand we nought ; Our owne is all we do desire . If ...
... cold floor them throw . If out they cry , Then forth I fly , And loudly laugh out , ho , ho , ho ! When any need to borrowe ought , We lend them what they do require : And for the use demand we nought ; Our owne is all we do desire . If ...
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... cold my love should feel , What e'er the heavens could do , But now , alas ! sh'as left me , Falero , lero , loo . Like doves we would be billing , And clip and kiss so fast , Yet she would be unwilling That I should kiss the last ...
... cold my love should feel , What e'er the heavens could do , But now , alas ! sh'as left me , Falero , lero , loo . Like doves we would be billing , And clip and kiss so fast , Yet she would be unwilling That I should kiss the last ...
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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...