Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works...L. Relfe, 1827 - 250 Seiten |
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... grace . IF WOMEN COULD BE FAIR . IF women could be fair and never fond , Or that their beauty might continue still , I would not marvel though they made men bond By service long to purchase their good will ; But when I see how frail ...
... grace . IF WOMEN COULD BE FAIR . IF women could be fair and never fond , Or that their beauty might continue still , I would not marvel though they made men bond By service long to purchase their good will ; But when I see how frail ...
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Thomas Lyle. BATESON AND HUNNIS ' SONGS . 23 Protesting love , and craving grace , And praising oft a foolish face , Are oftentimes deceived at last ; They catch at naught , and hold it fast . BATESON - 1604 . WHEN FIRST MINE EYES . WHEN ...
Thomas Lyle. BATESON AND HUNNIS ' SONGS . 23 Protesting love , and craving grace , And praising oft a foolish face , Are oftentimes deceived at last ; They catch at naught , and hold it fast . BATESON - 1604 . WHEN FIRST MINE EYES . WHEN ...
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... grace , And grace you granted me , When time shall serve and place , Can any fitter be ? This crystal running fountain , In his language , saith , come love ! The birds , the trees , the fields , Else none can us behold ; This bank soft ...
... grace , And grace you granted me , When time shall serve and place , Can any fitter be ? This crystal running fountain , In his language , saith , come love ! The birds , the trees , the fields , Else none can us behold ; This bank soft ...
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... grace , Viewing , ruing , love's long pain , Procur'd by beauty's long disdain . Come away , come sweet love ! The golden morning wastes ; While the sun , from his sphere His fiery arrows casts , Making all the shadows fly , Playing ...
... grace , Viewing , ruing , love's long pain , Procur'd by beauty's long disdain . Come away , come sweet love ! The golden morning wastes ; While the sun , from his sphere His fiery arrows casts , Making all the shadows fly , Playing ...
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... grace , that should arise Like to the naked morn ; Lilies on the river side , And fair Cyprian flowers newly born , Ask no beauties but their own : Ornament is nurse of pride , Flying , dying in desire , Wing'd with sweet hopes , and ...
... grace , that should arise Like to the naked morn ; Lilies on the river side , And fair Cyprian flowers newly born , Ask no beauties but their own : Ornament is nurse of pride , Flying , dying in desire , Wing'd with sweet hopes , and ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ABERDEEN CANTUS adieu alace Anne hath Anne Hathaway auld wife Ballad beauty beauty's BEN JOHNSON Billy boy birds blooming blush bonnie lassie born bosom bower breath bright cheek cuckoo Cupid darling dear delight despair disdain doth Dunoon England's Helicon eyes fair fancy flowers fond foregoing frae glen grace green grief grove haste heart heaven Heigh-ho hope JOHN LYLY kiss lady lass Lauderdale lips live Lord Lord Delaware love good-morrow love's lover lusty maid mind morn muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er pain pale poet poetry Poor auld maidens pretty Queen RICHARD LOVELACE rose round Rowallan ROWALLAN'S POEMS says Scottish sigh sing SIR WILLIAM MURE smile song Sonnets sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet love tears thee thine THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MORLEY thou three ravens tree wanton weep wild wind WIND-FLOWER winter young
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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 78 - Go, lovely Rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be.
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.
Seite 73 - 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.