Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 pages |
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... Darwin 284 · · • • Bright Chanticleer proclaims the Dawn . Anonymous 233 Busy , curious , thirsty Fly · Doubtful 129 Cease , anxious World , your fruitless pain Sir George Etheredge 5 PAGE 179 97 177 . 196 181 210 88 128.
... Darwin 284 · · • • Bright Chanticleer proclaims the Dawn . Anonymous 233 Busy , curious , thirsty Fly · Doubtful 129 Cease , anxious World , your fruitless pain Sir George Etheredge 5 PAGE 179 97 177 . 196 181 210 88 128.
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... pain'd • • There's a good time coming , boys This bleak and frosty morning This Bottle's the Sun of our table This Indian Weed , now wither'd quite . Though when I lov'd thee thou wert fair Through great Earl Norman's acres wide Till ...
... pain'd • • There's a good time coming , boys This bleak and frosty morning This Bottle's the Sun of our table This Indian Weed , now wither'd quite . Though when I lov'd thee thou wert fair Through great Earl Norman's acres wide Till ...
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... pain When to Old England I come home When this old Cap was new When ' tis Night , and the Midwatch come When we two parted in Silence and Tears When whispering strains do softly steal When Harold was invaded When in the Storm on ...
... pain When to Old England I come home When this old Cap was new When ' tis Night , and the Midwatch come When we two parted in Silence and Tears When whispering strains do softly steal When Harold was invaded When in the Storm on ...
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... pain . Though she me bind , Yet shall she not find My poor heart unkind , Do what she can ; For I will her pray , While I live a day , Me to take for aye For her own man . THE SORROWS OF TRUE LOVERS ' PARTING . Sir THOMAS WYATT , born ...
... pain . Though she me bind , Yet shall she not find My poor heart unkind , Do what she can ; For I will her pray , While I live a day , Me to take for aye For her own man . THE SORROWS OF TRUE LOVERS ' PARTING . Sir THOMAS WYATT , born ...
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... pains tormented me so sore , That comfort I had none ; But curs'd my fortune more and more , To see her sob and groan : Alas , the while ! THE DECEIVED LOVER SUETH ONLY FOR LIBERTY . Sir THOMAS WYATT , IF chance assign'd Were to my mind ...
... pains tormented me so sore , That comfort I had none ; But curs'd my fortune more and more , To see her sob and groan : Alas , the while ! THE DECEIVED LOVER SUETH ONLY FOR LIBERTY . Sir THOMAS WYATT , IF chance assign'd Were to my mind ...
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Abraham ancient appear beauty blow born boys brave bring CHARLES charms cheer cold coming death delight died doth drink England English eyes face fair fall fear feel fire flowers foes George give glass glory gone grow hand Hark hear heart heaven hope JOHN kind king kiss ladies land leave live look Lord lovers melody merry mind morn ne'er never night o'er once original pain play pleasure Poetry poor popular praise pretty prove rest rose round sail sailor ship sigh sing smile soldiers song soul sound sport sung sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thought true Twas voice wind wine wish young youth
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 88 - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.