Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 Seiten |
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... fall chiefly into the hands of the vulgar , who had no better method of preferving their favourite compofitions , than by pafting them upon the wall ( i ) , their deftruction is eafily accounted for . The practice of collecting them ...
... fall chiefly into the hands of the vulgar , who had no better method of preferving their favourite compofitions , than by pafting them upon the wall ( i ) , their deftruction is eafily accounted for . The practice of collecting them ...
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... fall to the groude . Now a frende I haue foude That I woll nother banne ne curfe , But of all frendes in felde or towne , Euer gramercy myn owne purfe . My purse it is my preuy wyf , This fonge I dare bothe fynge and faye , ઈ It ...
... fall to the groude . Now a frende I haue foude That I woll nother banne ne curfe , But of all frendes in felde or towne , Euer gramercy myn owne purfe . My purse it is my preuy wyf , This fonge I dare bothe fynge and faye , ઈ It ...
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... fall , Full fewe of theym for you woll grede : Therfore affaye theym euerychone , 35 Bothe the better and the wurse : Our lorde that fhope bothe fonne and mone Sende vs spendynge in our purse . 40 III . TROLY LO . This fong , which is ...
... fall , Full fewe of theym for you woll grede : Therfore affaye theym euerychone , 35 Bothe the better and the wurse : Our lorde that fhope bothe fonne and mone Sende vs spendynge in our purse . 40 III . TROLY LO . This fong , which is ...
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... yt you growe fo grene . The tre maid anfwere by and by , I have good cauffe to growe triumphantly , The fweteft dew yt ev be fene Doth fall on me to kepe me grene . S 10 Yea , Yea , quoth ye maid , but where you growe 146 ANCIENT SONGS .
... yt you growe fo grene . The tre maid anfwere by and by , I have good cauffe to growe triumphantly , The fweteft dew yt ev be fene Doth fall on me to kepe me grene . S 10 Yea , Yea , quoth ye maid , but where you growe 146 ANCIENT SONGS .
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... the billowes of the fea , Hung their heads , & then lay by : In fweet muficke is fuch art ; Killing care , & griefe of heart , Fall afleepe , or , hearing , dye . 5 10 XVI . HARK ! XVI . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK . BY 182 ANCIENT SONGS .
... the billowes of the fea , Hung their heads , & then lay by : In fweet muficke is fuch art ; Killing care , & griefe of heart , Fall afleepe , or , hearing , dye . 5 10 XVI . HARK ! XVI . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK . BY 182 ANCIENT SONGS .
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite lxvi - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Seite 179 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Seite lxix - Go from my window, love, go ; Go from my window, my dear ! The wind and the rain Will drive you back again ; You cannot be lodged here.
Seite 181 - Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes ; With everything that pretty is — My lady sweet, arise : Arise, arise.
Seite 224 - Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Seite 225 - Marched boldly up, like our trained band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife or teeth was able To stay to be entreated ? And this the very reason was, Before the parson could say grace The company was seated.
Seite lxvii - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Seite 223 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
Seite lviii - Brome, brome on hill, The gentle brome on hill, hill: Brome, brome on Hive hill, The gentle brome on Hive hill, The brome standes on Hive hill a.
Seite xxi - Percy out of Northumberland, And a vow to God made he, That he would hunt in the mountains Of Cheviot, within days three, In the maugre of doughty Douglas, And all that ever with him be. The fattest harts in all Cheviot He said he would kill, and carry them away ; " By my faith," said the doughty Douglas again, " I will let that hunting if that I may.