Ancient ballads and songs; with notices, including original poetry. By T. Lyle1827 |
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... stars attend me , And the elves also , whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire befriend me . No will - o ' - the - wisp beslight thee , Nor snake , or slow - worm bite thee , But on , on thy way , nor lingering stay , Since ghost ...
... stars attend me , And the elves also , whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire befriend me . No will - o ' - the - wisp beslight thee , Nor snake , or slow - worm bite thee , But on , on thy way , nor lingering stay , Since ghost ...
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... Stars shine all night , though undiscern'd by day ; The trees do spring , yet are not seen to grow , And shadows move , although they seem to stay ; In winter's woe , is buried summer's bliss , And love loves most when love most secret ...
... Stars shine all night , though undiscern'd by day ; The trees do spring , yet are not seen to grow , And shadows move , although they seem to stay ; In winter's woe , is buried summer's bliss , And love loves most when love most secret ...
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... note . Ask me no more , —where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there Fixed become , as in their sphere . THOMAS CAREW . Ask me no more , -if east 76 THOMAS CAREW .
... note . Ask me no more , —where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there Fixed become , as in their sphere . THOMAS CAREW . Ask me no more , -if east 76 THOMAS CAREW .
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... scarce deny , The soul consists of harmony . When unto heavenly joys we feign , Whate'er the soul affecteth most ; Which only thus - we can explain By music of the winged host , Whose lays we think , make stars to wink :
... scarce deny , The soul consists of harmony . When unto heavenly joys we feign , Whate'er the soul affecteth most ; Which only thus - we can explain By music of the winged host , Whose lays we think , make stars to wink :
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Ancient ballads Thomas Lyle (of Glasgow). Whose lays we think , make stars to wink : Philosophy can scarce deny , The soul consists of harmony . O lull me , lull me , charming air , My senses rock with wonder sweet ! Like snow on wool ...
Ancient ballads Thomas Lyle (of Glasgow). Whose lays we think , make stars to wink : Philosophy can scarce deny , The soul consists of harmony . O lull me , lull me , charming air , My senses rock with wonder sweet ! Like snow on wool ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
adieu alace Anne Anne Hathaway auld wife Ballad beauty beauty's Bessy Bell Billy boy birds blooming blush bonnie lassie BONNY DUNDEE born bosom bower breast breath bright broom cheek cold cuckoo Cupid darling dear delight disdain doth dreams Dunoon England's Helicon eyes fair fancy flower fond heart foregoing frae glen glow-worm good-morrow Gowrie grace green grief grove haste hath heaven Heigh-ho hope kiss lady lass Lauderdale live Lord Lord Delaware love's maid mair Melismata mind morn muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night o'er pain pale poet Poor auld maidens pretty Queen RICHARD LOVELACE rose round Rowallan ROWALLAN'S POEMS says Scotland sigh sing SIR WILLIAM MURE smile song Sonnets sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet love tears thee thine THOMAS CAREW thou three ravens tree vale wanton weep wild wind Wind-Flower winter young
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Seite 84 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 80 - 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. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then...
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 83 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Seite 31 - 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 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 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 19 - There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy Till 'Cherry-ripe
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.