Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works...L. Relfe, 1827 - 250 páginas |
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Thomas Lyle. Making all the shadows fly , Playing , staying in the grove , To entertain the stealth of love : Thither , sweet love , let us hie , Flying , dying in desire , Wing'd with sweet hopes , and heavenly fire . Come away , come ...
Thomas Lyle. Making all the shadows fly , Playing , staying in the grove , To entertain the stealth of love : Thither , sweet love , let us hie , Flying , dying in desire , Wing'd with sweet hopes , and heavenly fire . Come away , come ...
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... Grove , " or , as an amateur would say , to an ear - set of " Robie dun a gorach . " POOR AULD MAIDENS . THREE score and ten of us , Poor auld maidens ! Three score and ten of us , Poor auld maidens ! Three score and ten of us , Lame ...
... Grove , " or , as an amateur would say , to an ear - set of " Robie dun a gorach . " POOR AULD MAIDENS . THREE score and ten of us , Poor auld maidens ! Three score and ten of us , Poor auld maidens ! Three score and ten of us , Lame ...
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... grove , With pensive steps , I wander'd on , Till there I spied my love ; As she lay sleeping on the grass , So beautiful and fair : Had you seen the lass , you would have sworn The Queen of Love was there . The spring - flowers bent ...
... grove , With pensive steps , I wander'd on , Till there I spied my love ; As she lay sleeping on the grass , So beautiful and fair : Had you seen the lass , you would have sworn The Queen of Love was there . The spring - flowers bent ...
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... grove , And fragrant the roses in June , More bland are the whispers of love , Breath'd forth by the light of the moon . Where the nightingale perch'd on the thorn , Enchants every ear with her tune , Rejoicing soft twilight's return ...
... grove , And fragrant the roses in June , More bland are the whispers of love , Breath'd forth by the light of the moon . Where the nightingale perch'd on the thorn , Enchants every ear with her tune , Rejoicing soft twilight's return ...
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... grove , Upon my breast she hung . My willing arms embraced the maid , My heart with raptures beat ; While she but wept the more , and said , " Would we had never met . " Abou Mohammed , a celebrated musician of Bagdad , says Pro- fessor ...
... grove , Upon my breast she hung . My willing arms embraced the maid , My heart with raptures beat ; While she but wept the more , and said , " Would we had never met . " Abou Mohammed , a celebrated musician of Bagdad , says Pro- fessor ...
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Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Acarce Works Thomas Lyle Sin vista previa disponible - 2008 |
Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works Thomas Lyle Sin vista previa disponible - 1973 |
Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works Sin vista previa disponible - 2019 |
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.