The Songs of England and Scotland, Volume 1J. Cochrane, 1835 - Ballads, English |
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... says , " Chaucer's ballads have been sung , but they are certainly no songs . " To illustrate the history of song during the reigns of the kings immediately following Chaucer's master , Edward III . , our many public libraries afford ...
... says , " Chaucer's ballads have been sung , but they are certainly no songs . " To illustrate the history of song during the reigns of the kings immediately following Chaucer's master , Edward III . , our many public libraries afford ...
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... say- She wotts not what to say goode Kytt- She wotts not what to say , Goode Kitt's so sorry for the cause- She wotts not what to say . Goode Kytt she wept , I ask'd why so That she made all this mone , She sayde alas ! I am so woo My ...
... say- She wotts not what to say goode Kytt- She wotts not what to say , Goode Kitt's so sorry for the cause- She wotts not what to say . Goode Kytt she wept , I ask'd why so That she made all this mone , She sayde alas ! I am so woo My ...
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... say so . They love to range , Ther [ e ] minds doth change And make ther friend ' ther foe ; As lovers trewe , Eche daye they chewse new But I will not say so . They laughe , they smylle , They do begylle , INTRODUCTION . xxiii.
... say so . They love to range , Ther [ e ] minds doth change And make ther friend ' ther foe ; As lovers trewe , Eche daye they chewse new But I will not say so . They laughe , they smylle , They do begylle , INTRODUCTION . xxiii.
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... say so . * A discontented husband during the same reign complains in stanzas which no doubt he thought just and good . They are clever and happy , these will serve as a specimen The man ys blest That lyves in rest , And so can keep him ...
... say so . * A discontented husband during the same reign complains in stanzas which no doubt he thought just and good . They are clever and happy , these will serve as a specimen The man ys blest That lyves in rest , And so can keep him ...
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... says Ritson , writing of this period , " in which we are to look for the origin of the modern English song ; not a single com- position of that nature , with the smallest degree of poetical merit , being discoverable at any preceding ...
... says Ritson , writing of this period , " in which we are to look for the origin of the modern English song ; not a single com- position of that nature , with the smallest degree of poetical merit , being discoverable at any preceding ...
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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...