Anecdotes of Literature and Scarce Books, Band 2F. C. & J. Rivington, 1807 |
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... repaire at night , And dreame there of your days delight . Then to the Maypole come away , For it is now a holiday . From Action and Diana , by Robert Cox . No date . SONG . SONG . What bird so sings , yet so does 18 OLD SONGS .
... repaire at night , And dreame there of your days delight . Then to the Maypole come away , For it is now a holiday . From Action and Diana , by Robert Cox . No date . SONG . SONG . What bird so sings , yet so does 18 OLD SONGS .
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... delight to heare , Wee in the country will us shroud , Who lives to please both eye and eare . The nightingale sings jug , jug , jug , The little lamb leaps after his dug , And the prety milk - maids the looke so snug , And the prety ...
... delight to heare , Wee in the country will us shroud , Who lives to please both eye and eare . The nightingale sings jug , jug , jug , The little lamb leaps after his dug , And the prety milk - maids the looke so snug , And the prety ...
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... delight In a song , yet at night You must crack a string which she fancies . If they love , & c . This must be extolled to the sky That you get , do but flatter and lye : But that ladis for me , That loves fine and free , As real and ...
... delight In a song , yet at night You must crack a string which she fancies . If they love , & c . This must be extolled to the sky That you get , do but flatter and lye : But that ladis for me , That loves fine and free , As real and ...
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... delight . ཟ Then , princes , do not toile nor care , Enjoy what you possesse , Which whilest you do , you equallize The gods in happinesse . From the Tragedie of Cleopatra , by Thomas May . 1654 . BY ACHITOPHEL , A SONG . CHARACTER ...
... delight . ཟ Then , princes , do not toile nor care , Enjoy what you possesse , Which whilest you do , you equallize The gods in happinesse . From the Tragedie of Cleopatra , by Thomas May . 1654 . BY ACHITOPHEL , A SONG . CHARACTER ...
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... delight in waters still and slow , And some do love the mud and slimy mire ; Some others where the stream doth ... delights in stream or shady tree , And tender Bream in broadest lake to be . The Salmon swift the rivers sweet doth like ...
... delight in waters still and slow , And some do love the mud and slimy mire ; Some others where the stream doth ... delights in stream or shady tree , And tender Bream in broadest lake to be . The Salmon swift the rivers sweet doth like ...
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Seite 128 - Quicquid agunt homines, votum, timor, ira, voluptas, Gaudia, discursus, nostri farrago libelli est.
Seite 363 - Yok'd with a slow-foot ox on fallow field, Can right areed how handsomely besets Dull spondees with the English dactylets. If Jove speak English in a thundring cloud, " Thwick thwack," and " riff raff," roars he out aloud. Fie on the forged mint that did create New coin of words never articulate.
Seite 120 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Seite 37 - Then, nymphs, take vantage while ye may; And this is Love, as I hear say. Yet what is Love, good shepherd, show? , A thing that creeps, it cannot go, A prize that passeth to and fro, A thing for one, a thing for moe, And he that proves shall find it so; And shepherd, this is Love, I trow.
Seite 79 - ... plains? Ah, sweet Content, where dost thou safely rest ? In heaven, with Angels which the praises sing Of Him that made and rules at his behest The minds and hearts of every living thing ? Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold ? Is it in churches with religious men Which please the gods with prayers manifold, And in their studies meditate it then ? Whether thou dost in heaven or earth appear, Be where thou wilt, thou wilt not harbour here.
Seite 191 - WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Mother's wag, pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy ; When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me, He was glad, I was woe, Fortune changed made him so, When he left his pretty boy Last his sorrow, first his joy.
Seite 318 - Languages. With Arguments of Bookes and Chapters, Annotations and other necessarie Helpes for the better understanding of the Text, and specially for the Discoverie of the Corruptions of divers late Translations, and for cleering the Controversies in Religion of these Daies.
Seite 122 - Even on the brink I hear him sing; If so I meditate alone, He will be partner of my moan; If so I mourn, he weeps with me, And where I am there will he be.
Seite 121 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin, Alas ! what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou...
Seite 121 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.