The Songs of England and Scotland, Volume 1J. Cochrane, 1835 - Ballads, English |
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... cheek . Several little elegancies of almost similar beauty might be brought forward from the writings of old poets did the limits of this preface permit such wandering . On comparing the English songs with the Scottish , it will be ...
... cheek . Several little elegancies of almost similar beauty might be brought forward from the writings of old poets did the limits of this preface permit such wandering . On comparing the English songs with the Scottish , it will be ...
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... cheeks that shame the rose , From lips that spoil the rubys praise , From eyes that mock the diamonds blaze . Whence comes my love , as freely own : Ah me ! ' twas from a heart like stone . The blushing cheek speaks modest mind ; The ...
... cheeks that shame the rose , From lips that spoil the rubys praise , From eyes that mock the diamonds blaze . Whence comes my love , as freely own : Ah me ! ' twas from a heart like stone . The blushing cheek speaks modest mind ; The ...
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... cheek ; Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again : Make not so fair , to cause our moan , Or make a heart thats like our own . [ Supposed to have been written by the father of the celebrated Sir John Harington ...
... cheek ; Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again : Make not so fair , to cause our moan , Or make a heart thats like our own . [ Supposed to have been written by the father of the celebrated Sir John Harington ...
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... cheeks were like the cherry , Her skin as white as snow , When she was blythe and merry , She angel - like did show : Her waist exceeding small , The fives did fit her shoe , * But now , alas ! sh'as left me , Falero , lero , loo . In ...
... cheeks were like the cherry , Her skin as white as snow , When she was blythe and merry , She angel - like did show : Her waist exceeding small , The fives did fit her shoe , * But now , alas ! sh'as left me , Falero , lero , loo . In ...
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... cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ; Be she fairer than the day , Or the flowery meads in May ; If she be not so to me , What care I how fair she be ? Shall my foolish heart be pin'd ' Cause I see a woman kind ? Or a well ...
... cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ; Be she fairer than the day , Or the flowery meads in May ; If she be not so to me , What care I how fair she be ? Shall my foolish heart be pin'd ' Cause I see a woman kind ? Or a well ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...