Wit and Mirth: Or, Pills to Purge Melancholy: Being a Collection of the Best Merry Ballads and Songs, Old and New. Fitted to All Humours, Having Each Their Proper Tune for Either Voice, Or Instrument: Most of the Songs Being New Set... London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-20, Volumen61720 |
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... Hand , And kiss'd them e'er they went ; Whilst Tears stood in their little Eyes , As if they knew th ' Event . Then ... Hand in Hand they walk'd , ' till At last this Wood they spy'd ; And when they saw the Night grow dark , They here ...
... Hand , And kiss'd them e'er they went ; Whilst Tears stood in their little Eyes , As if they knew th ' Event . Then ... Hand in Hand they walk'd , ' till At last this Wood they spy'd ; And when they saw the Night grow dark , They here ...
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... Hands she did freely receive ; A Ring which she said she would keep for Johnny's sake , She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break : Break , break , She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break . We feasted on Dainties and ...
... Hands she did freely receive ; A Ring which she said she would keep for Johnny's sake , She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break : Break , break , She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break . We feasted on Dainties and ...
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... shall gentle be : Kiss hand , and Mouth , and feel my Breast , And tickle to my Knee : I won't be put out of my rode , You shall not rumple my Commode . A A SONG in the Dramatick OPERA of KING ARTHUR . PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 55.
... shall gentle be : Kiss hand , and Mouth , and feel my Breast , And tickle to my Knee : I won't be put out of my rode , You shall not rumple my Commode . A A SONG in the Dramatick OPERA of KING ARTHUR . PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 55.
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... at Home behind , And leave his Master frustrate ; For which could I like Ovid write , Or else like Virgil could indite , I would his Praise illustrate . I wish my Hands could never stir , But I I 68 PILLS to Purge Melancholy .
... at Home behind , And leave his Master frustrate ; For which could I like Ovid write , Or else like Virgil could indite , I would his Praise illustrate . I wish my Hands could never stir , But I I 68 PILLS to Purge Melancholy .
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... Hands could never stir , But I do love a thankful Curr , bigot More than a Man ' ingrateful : And this poor Dog's Fidelity , May make a thankless Knave descry , How much that Vice is hateful . For why , of all the Faults of Men , Which ...
... Hands could never stir , But I do love a thankful Curr , bigot More than a Man ' ingrateful : And this poor Dog's Fidelity , May make a thankless Knave descry , How much that Vice is hateful . For why , of all the Faults of Men , Which ...
Términos y frases comunes
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA alass Banter'd Beauty blest Body bonny Boys brave Calia Canting Crew Charms CONJURING Book cou'd cry'd Cupid DANIEL PURCELL dear derry Dog of War doth Drink e'er ev'ry Eyes Fair fantastick Fate fear Fene Fool Fove give Gossip Foan green Broom happy happy's Haut-boys play Heart HENRY PURCELL huzza JAMES HART JOHN ECCLES Jolly kind King Kiss Ladies Lass let the Haut-boys live Lord lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid Marry merry ne'er never Night Nose Nymph o'er Pain Passion Phillis pity Play call'd play'd Pleasure poor pray prithee PURCELL Queen quoth scorn Shela Shepherd shou'd Sighs Sing Sir Hugh Smock SONG Soul Strephon Sung Swain sweet tell thee There's rare thou Toping Town Trumpets Tune Twas Twill undone us'd vext Whigs Whilst Wife Wine wou'd young
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Página 364 - Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be...
Página 87 - Be concealed from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him By having him...
Página 163 - Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! All other ills, though sharp they prove, Serve to refine, and perfect love: In absence, or unkind disdain, Sweet hope relieves the lover's pain.
Página 89 - LOVE would lend wings to follow, and will find out the way ! There is no striving to cross his intent ! There is no contriving, his plots to prevent ! But if once the message greet him, that his True Love doth stay ; If Death should come and meet him ; LOVE will find outtheway ! THE FAIRIES
Página 274 - Should foggy Opdam chance to know Our sad and dismal story ; The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe, And quit their fort at Goree : For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind ! With a fa, &c.
Página 364 - She could doat on so lowly a Clown, Or that her fond Heart would not grieve To forsake the fine Folk of the Town? To think that a beauty so gay, So kind and so constant would prove; Or go clad like our Maidens in Gray, Or live in a Cottage on Love? What tho' I have Skill to complain, Tho' the Muses my Temples have crown'd; What tho' when they hear my soft Strain, The Virgins sit weeping around.
Página 57 - Venus here will chuse her dwelling, And forsake her Cyprian groves. Cupid, from his fav'rite nation, Care and envy will remove; Jealousy that poisons passion, And despair that dies for love. Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Sighs that blow the fire of love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. Ev'ry swain shall pay his duty, Grateful ev'ry nymph shall prove ; And as these excel in beauty, Those shall be renown'd for love.
Página 363 - OHOSTS." .UISPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply ; And the brook, in return to his pain. Ran mournfully murmuring by. " Alas, silly swain that I was !" Thus sadly complaining, he cry'd, " When first I beheld that fair face, 'Twere better by far I had dy'd.
Página 364 - twas a pleasure too great. I listen'd and cry'd, when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ? How foolish was I to believe She could doat on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve, To forsake the fine folk of the town ? To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant would prove ; Or go clad like our maidens in...