St Cecilia: Or, the British Songster. A New and Select Collection of the Best Scots and English Songs. Many of which Never Before in PrintCampbell Denovan, 1782 - 324 Seiten |
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... these impart ; Youthfu ' Mary's greatest wealth Was ftill her faithfu ' Johnny's heart : Sweet the joy's the lovers find , Great the treasure , Sweet the pleasure , Where the heart is always kind . Down the burn , & c . SONG 13 . KATY ...
... these impart ; Youthfu ' Mary's greatest wealth Was ftill her faithfu ' Johnny's heart : Sweet the joy's the lovers find , Great the treasure , Sweet the pleasure , Where the heart is always kind . Down the burn , & c . SONG 13 . KATY ...
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... these pleasures may thee move , Then live with me , and be my love . The fhepherd fwains fhall dance and fing , For thy delight each May morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . SONG 40 . THE ...
... these pleasures may thee move , Then live with me , and be my love . The fhepherd fwains fhall dance and fing , For thy delight each May morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . SONG 40 . THE ...
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... These pretty pleafures might me move To live with thee , and be thy love . But time drives flocks from field to fold , When rivers rage , and rocks grow cold , And Philomel becometh dumb , And all complain of cares to come . The flow'rs ...
... These pretty pleafures might me move To live with thee , and be thy love . But time drives flocks from field to fold , When rivers rage , and rocks grow cold , And Philomel becometh dumb , And all complain of cares to come . The flow'rs ...
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... These gilded bow'rs , cou'd charm my view ; I labour'd oft my Love to stay , And rural paftimes to renew . O happy days ! when with my Love I wander'd in the flowry vale ; Or when the deign'd to haunt the grove , And liften to my ...
... These gilded bow'rs , cou'd charm my view ; I labour'd oft my Love to stay , And rural paftimes to renew . O happy days ! when with my Love I wander'd in the flowry vale ; Or when the deign'd to haunt the grove , And liften to my ...
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... Mr SONG 80 . Y goddefs , Lydia , heavenly fair , As lily fweet , as soft as air , Let loose thy treffes , fpread thy charms , And to my love give frefh alarms . O ! let me gaze on these bright eyes , The BRITISH SONGSTER . 91.
... Mr SONG 80 . Y goddefs , Lydia , heavenly fair , As lily fweet , as soft as air , Let loose thy treffes , fpread thy charms , And to my love give frefh alarms . O ! let me gaze on these bright eyes , The BRITISH SONGSTER . 91.
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 320 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
Seite 266 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Seite 51 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Seite 52 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...
Seite 267 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
Seite 200 - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: They gie'd him my hand, tho' my heart was in the sea; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Seite 52 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Seite 183 - Tis pride puts a' the country down, Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee. Every land has its ain laugh, Ilk kind of corn it has its hool ; I think the warld is a' run wrang, When ilka wife her man wad rule.
Seite 144 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Seite 108 - Jeany's face May caufe mae men to rue, And that may gar me fay, alas ! But what's that to you ? Conceal thy beauties if thou can, Hide that fweet face of thine, That I may only be the man Enjoys thefe looks divine. O do not proftitute, my dear, Wonders to common view, And I with faithful heart fhall fwear, For ever to be true.