Drinking songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient balladsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... winds , that murmur , fweep All my forrows to the deep . When I drink dull time away , Jolly Bacchus , ever gay , Leads me to delightful bowers , Full of fragrance , full of flowers . When I quaff the fparkling wine , And my locks with ...
... winds , that murmur , fweep All my forrows to the deep . When I drink dull time away , Jolly Bacchus , ever gay , Leads me to delightful bowers , Full of fragrance , full of flowers . When I quaff the fparkling wine , And my locks with ...
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... wind with his nose , If he be but well wrapp'd in a pot of good ale . The hungry man takes no thought for his meat , Though his ftomach would brook a ten - penny nail ; He quite forgets hunger , thinks on it no longer , If he touch but ...
... wind with his nose , If he be but well wrapp'd in a pot of good ale . The hungry man takes no thought for his meat , Though his ftomach would brook a ten - penny nail ; He quite forgets hunger , thinks on it no longer , If he touch but ...
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... winds ! ftorms , rend the air ! My bark , thus mann'd , shall gain the shore . SONG X. BY JAMES SHIRLEY . HE glories of our birth and state , THE Are fhadows , not fubftantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his ...
... winds ! ftorms , rend the air ! My bark , thus mann'd , shall gain the shore . SONG X. BY JAMES SHIRLEY . HE glories of our birth and state , THE Are fhadows , not fubftantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his ...
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... wind , Which beats his bark with many a wave Till he cafts anchor in the grave . It is a flower which buds and grows , And withers as the leaves difclofe ; Whofe fpring and fall faint feafons keep , Like fits of waking before fleep ...
... wind , Which beats his bark with many a wave Till he cafts anchor in the grave . It is a flower which buds and grows , And withers as the leaves difclofe ; Whofe fpring and fall faint feafons keep , Like fits of waking before fleep ...
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SONG XXXII . BY SHAKSPEAR E. * BLOW , blow thou winter wind , Thou art not fo unkind As mans ingratitude : Thy tooth is not fo keen , Because thou art not feen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! fing , heigh ho ! unto the green ...
SONG XXXII . BY SHAKSPEAR E. * BLOW , blow thou winter wind , Thou art not fo unkind As mans ingratitude : Thy tooth is not fo keen , Because thou art not feen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! fing , heigh ho ! unto the green ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ANACREON Bacchus BALLAD Becauſe beſt bleffings bowl boys brave bumper call'd chear Comus dear defire delight Derry doth DRAGON OF WANTLEY drink earl earl Douglas earl Percy Engliſh eyes faid fair fair lady fame fear feen feven fhall fhould fhow fighs fight fing flain fleep fmile fome fong foon forrow foul ftand ftill ftrange ftrife fuch fure fweet gallant give glaſs gold hath heart himſelf honeft Horfely houſe huſband Johny Armstrong king lady laft lord lord Barnard mafter merry mind moft moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er never night noble o'er old cap pleaſe pleaſure praiſe preſently prince queen quoth fhe reft roſe ſaid ſee ſhall ſhe SONG SONG ſpace ſpeak ſtate ſweet tell thee there's theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Vex'd vicar of Bray Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wine
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 153 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Seite 140 - AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
Seite 144 - 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...
Seite 252 - Sweet sister, do not fear ; God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear, When you are laid in grave.
Seite 87 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend : This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Seite 145 - 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 we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Seite 118 - Their purpose is ambition, Their practice only hate : And if they once reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell...
Seite 82 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Seite 253 - ... strife ; With one another they did fight About the children's life : And he that was of mildest mood, Did slay the other there, Within an unfrequented wood...
Seite 24 - But an eternal health goes round. Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high, Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?