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She too might have poison ' d the joy of my life , With nurses and babies , and
squalling and strife : But my wine neither nurses nor babies can bring ; And a big
- bellied bottle ' s a mighty good thing . We shorten our days when with love we ...
She too might have poison ' d the joy of my life , With nurses and babies , and
squalling and strife : But my wine neither nurses nor babies can bring ; And a big
- bellied bottle ' s a mighty good thing . We shorten our days when with love we ...
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In one of his plays he has a song beginning , • When I visit proud Celia just come
from the glass , ' which is so near the present , as to make one thing certain while
it leaves it doubtful , i . e . either that the present copy was borrowed from Tom ...
In one of his plays he has a song beginning , • When I visit proud Celia just come
from the glass , ' which is so near the present , as to make one thing certain while
it leaves it doubtful , i . e . either that the present copy was borrowed from Tom ...
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When Pyrrho had taken a glass , He saw that no object appear ' d Exactly the
same as it was Before he bad liquor ' d his beard : For things running round in his
drink , Which sober he motionless found , Occasion ' d the sceptic to think There ...
When Pyrrho had taken a glass , He saw that no object appear ' d Exactly the
same as it was Before he bad liquor ' d his beard : For things running round in his
drink , Which sober he motionless found , Occasion ' d the sceptic to think There ...
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Quoth I , “ To commend it I dare not begin , Lest therein my credit might happen to
fail ; For many men now do count it a sin , But once to look toward a pot of good
ale . Yet I care not a pin , for I see no such sin , Nor any thing else my courage to
...
Quoth I , “ To commend it I dare not begin , Lest therein my credit might happen to
fail ; For many men now do count it a sin , But once to look toward a pot of good
ale . Yet I care not a pin , for I see no such sin , Nor any thing else my courage to
...
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And he that doth dig in the ditches all day , And wearies himself quite at the
plough - tail , Will speak no less things than of queens and of kings , If he touch
but the top of a pot of good ale . . It is like a whetstone to a blunt wit , And makes a
...
And he that doth dig in the ditches all day , And wearies himself quite at the
plough - tail , Will speak no less things than of queens and of kings , If he touch
but the top of a pot of good ale . . It is like a whetstone to a blunt wit , And makes a
...
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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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