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Then let my dear Chloe no longer complain ; She ' s rid of her lover , and I of my
pain : For in wine , mighty wine , many comforts I spy ; Should you doubt what I
say , take a bumper and try . SONG V . * She tells me with claret she cannot
agree ...
Then let my dear Chloe no longer complain ; She ' s rid of her lover , and I of my
pain : For in wine , mighty wine , many comforts I spy ; Should you doubt what I
say , take a bumper and try . SONG V . * She tells me with claret she cannot
agree ...
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Let sacred Venus with her heir , And dear Ianthe too be there :Music and wine in
concert move With beauty and refining love . There Peace shall spread her dove
- like wing , And bid her olives round us spring , There Truth shall reign , a ...
Let sacred Venus with her heir , And dear Ianthe too be there :Music and wine in
concert move With beauty and refining love . There Peace shall spread her dove
- like wing , And bid her olives round us spring , There Truth shall reign , a ...
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Reputation ' s a bugbear to fools , A foe to the joys of dear drinking , Made use of
by tools , who ' d set us new rules , And bring us to positive thinking . For I ' ve
trified an age away : " Tis in vain to command , the fleeting sand Rolls on , and ...
Reputation ' s a bugbear to fools , A foe to the joys of dear drinking , Made use of
by tools , who ' d set us new rules , And bring us to positive thinking . For I ' ve
trified an age away : " Tis in vain to command , the fleeting sand Rolls on , and ...
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But part in time , whoever hear This our instructive song ; For though such
friendships may be dear , They can ' t continue long . * * [ Dr . Parnell ' s version of
this sportive song is executed with a vernacular air of graceful ease , that
translation ...
But part in time , whoever hear This our instructive song ; For though such
friendships may be dear , They can ' t continue long . * * [ Dr . Parnell ' s version of
this sportive song is executed with a vernacular air of graceful ease , that
translation ...
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Dear Tom , this brown jug , that now foams with mild ale , ( In which I will drink to
sweet Nan of the vale ) Was once Toby Fillpot , a thirsty old soul As e ' er drank a
bottle , or fathom ' d a bowl ; In boosing about ' twas his praise to excel , And ...
Dear Tom , this brown jug , that now foams with mild ale , ( In which I will drink to
sweet Nan of the vale ) Was once Toby Fillpot , a thirsty old soul As e ' er drank a
bottle , or fathom ' d a bowl ; In boosing about ' twas his praise to excel , And ...
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BALLAD bear beauty better blow bold bowl boys brave bring brought bumper cheer comes crown dear death delight Derry doth drink Earl English eyes fair fall fear fight gallant gave give glass gold gone grace grave hand happy hast hath head hear heart Henry hundred keep kind king lady land leave light live look lord merry mind ne'er never night noble o'er once pass peace pleasure poor present prince queen quoth rest rich rose round seen sing slain SONG soon sorrow soul stand sure sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought took true unto wife winds wine wise young
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Seite 137 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Seite 162 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Seite 135 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. "Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Seite 215 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 216 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Seite 108 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Seite 378 - Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain; But since of late, Elizabeth And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
Seite 19 - 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's no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
Seite 214 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Seite 215 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Drinking-songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient ballads Band 2 von A Select Collection of English Songs: With Their Original Airs: and a Historical Essay on the Origin and Progress of National Song, Joseph Ritson |
| Zusammengestellt von | Joseph Ritson |
| Ausgabe | 2 |
| Verlag | F. C. and J. Rivington, 1819 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 22. Febr. 2008 |
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