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Ancient Ballads and Songs Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2019
Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Acarce Works
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2008
Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 1973
Anne appears auld Ballad beauty Billy birds blooming bonnie bonnie lassie born bosom bower breast breath bright broom called cold comes dear death delight died doth dreams eyes face fair fancy fear fields flower fond foregoing give glen grace green grove grows hand hath heart heaven hope John kind kiss lady lass Lauderdale leave light live looks Lord love's maid maiden married meet mind morn mother muse never night noted o'er original pain pale pieces play pleasure POEMS poor present pretty published Queen rest rose round says scene seek side sing smile song soon sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet tears tell thee thing thou Till tree true voice wife wild wind young
Seite 57 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Seite 30 - 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.
Seite 72 - 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?
Seite 34 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Seite 32 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Seite 52 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Seite 50 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 34 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.