Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works...L. Relfe, 1827 - 250 páginas |
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Thomas Lyle. SECTION III . SONGS AND BALLADS , TRADITIONAL AND SELECTED . N BALLADS AND SONGS , TRADITIONAL AND SELECTED . LORD DELAWARE.
Thomas Lyle. SECTION III . SONGS AND BALLADS , TRADITIONAL AND SELECTED . N BALLADS AND SONGS , TRADITIONAL AND SELECTED . LORD DELAWARE.
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... Lord Delaware : Says Lord Delaware To his Majesty full soon , Will it please you , my Liege , To grant me a boon ? What's your boon , says the King , Now let me understand ? It's , give me all the poor men We've starving in this land ...
... Lord Delaware : Says Lord Delaware To his Majesty full soon , Will it please you , my Liege , To grant me a boon ? What's your boon , says the King , Now let me understand ? It's , give me all the poor men We've starving in this land ...
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... Lord , Who to Delaware did say , Thou deservest to be stabb'd ! Then he turn'd himself away : Thou deservest to be stabb'd , And the dogs have thine ears , For ... DELAWARE . In suspense he paused awhile , Scann'd 136 LORD DELAWARE .
... Lord , Who to Delaware did say , Thou deservest to be stabb'd ! Then he turn'd himself away : Thou deservest to be stabb'd , And the dogs have thine ears , For ... DELAWARE . In suspense he paused awhile , Scann'd 136 LORD DELAWARE .
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... Lord Delaware . " Leaping back on the stage , Sword to buckler now resounds , Till he left the Dutch Lord A bleeding in his wounds : This seeing , cries the King To his guards without delay , " Call Devonshire down , — Take the dead man ...
... Lord Delaware . " Leaping back on the stage , Sword to buckler now resounds , Till he left the Dutch Lord A bleeding in his wounds : This seeing , cries the King To his guards without delay , " Call Devonshire down , — Take the dead man ...
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... Lord Delaware , and the Ewe Lamb . The air is peculiarly lively and beautiful , and well merits preservation ; which , along with the Ballad itself , seems peculiar to Ayrshire ; and , so far as we are aware , neither the one nor the ...
... Lord Delaware , and the Ewe Lamb . The air is peculiarly lively and beautiful , and well merits preservation ; which , along with the Ballad itself , seems peculiar to Ayrshire ; and , so far as we are aware , neither the one nor the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 32 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.