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The sole confusion I admire , Is that my Daphne's eyes inspire : I scorn the
madness you approve , And value Reason next to Love . SONG LVIII . BY
HARRY CAREY . CUPID no more shall give me grief , Or anxious cares oppress
my soul ...
The sole confusion I admire , Is that my Daphne's eyes inspire : I scorn the
madness you approve , And value Reason next to Love . SONG LVIII . BY
HARRY CAREY . CUPID no more shall give me grief , Or anxious cares oppress
my soul ...
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And fear not any further harm ; Myself will so devise , · That I will ride away with
thee , Unseen of mortal eyes : Disguised like some petty page , " I'll meet thee in
the dark ; · And all alone I'll come to thee , * Hard by my father's park . ' 6 6 And ...
And fear not any further harm ; Myself will so devise , · That I will ride away with
thee , Unseen of mortal eyes : Disguised like some petty page , " I'll meet thee in
the dark ; · And all alone I'll come to thee , * Hard by my father's park . ' 6 6 And ...
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At length the wish'd - for day was come , On which this beauteous maid , With
lovely eyes and strange attire , For her true lover stay'd : When any person she
espied Come riding o'er the plain , She thought it was her own true love , But all
her ...
At length the wish'd - for day was come , On which this beauteous maid , With
lovely eyes and strange attire , For her true lover stay'd : When any person she
espied Come riding o'er the plain , She thought it was her own true love , But all
her ...
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But yet before our comely king The English land forsook , Of Rosamond , his lady
fair , His farewell thus he took : My Rosamond , my only Rose , That pleasest best
mine eye , " The fairest flower in all the world * To feed my fantasy ; * The ...
But yet before our comely king The English land forsook , Of Rosamond , his lady
fair , His farewell thus he took : My Rosamond , my only Rose , That pleasest best
mine eye , " The fairest flower in all the world * To feed my fantasy ; * The ...
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Her words bewitch'd my childishness , She uttered them so kind : So that I made
a vow , Next Sunday , without fail , With my sweet Sarah once again To tell some
pleasant tale , When she heard me say so , The tears fell from her ' eye ; ' ' O ...
Her words bewitch'd my childishness , She uttered them so kind : So that I made
a vow , Next Sunday , without fail , With my sweet Sarah once again To tell some
pleasant tale , When she heard me say so , The tears fell from her ' eye ; ' ' O ...
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Page 137 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Page 162 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Page 135 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. "Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Page 215 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 216 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Page 108 - 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. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Page 378 - Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain; But since of late, Elizabeth And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
Page 19 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their decline: Thine's a summer, mine's no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
Page 214 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Page 215 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
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| Title | Drinking-songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient ballads Volume 2 of A Select Collection of English Songs: With Their Original Airs: and a Historical Essay on the Origin and Progress of National Song, Joseph Ritson |
| Compiled by | Joseph Ritson |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | F. C. and J. Rivington, 1819 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 22 Feb 2008 |
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