The Songs of England and Scotland, Volumen1J. Cochrane, 1835 |
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... fire ; And since I can no way devise To stay the rage of my desire . With sighs and trembling tears I crave My deare on me some pitie have . In vewing thee , I tooke such ioy , As one that sought his quiet rest ; Untill I felt the ...
... fire ; And since I can no way devise To stay the rage of my desire . With sighs and trembling tears I crave My deare on me some pitie have . In vewing thee , I tooke such ioy , As one that sought his quiet rest ; Untill I felt the ...
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... thee good ale ynoughe , Whether it be new or old . I love no rost , but a nut - browne toste , And a crab laid in the fire , A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I not desire No froste nor snow , nor winde , I trow.
... thee good ale ynoughe , Whether it be new or old . I love no rost , but a nut - browne toste , And a crab laid in the fire , A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I not desire No froste nor snow , nor winde , I trow.
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... fire , by burning too ; But when she by change hath got To her heart a second lot ; Then , if others share with me , Farewell her , whate'er she be ! [ Sir Egerton Brydges has admitted this piece into his edition of Raleigh's poems ...
... fire , by burning too ; But when she by change hath got To her heart a second lot ; Then , if others share with me , Farewell her , whate'er she be ! [ Sir Egerton Brydges has admitted this piece into his edition of Raleigh's poems ...
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... eyes does tempt to love's desire , And seems to say - ' tis Cupid's fire ! Yet all so fair , but speak my moan , Sith nought doth say the heart of stone . Why thus , my love , so kind bespeak Sweet 12 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... eyes does tempt to love's desire , And seems to say - ' tis Cupid's fire ! Yet all so fair , but speak my moan , Sith nought doth say the heart of stone . Why thus , my love , so kind bespeak Sweet 12 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
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... fire ; Where deep disdain bred noisome hate , There kindleth now desire . Time causeth hope to have his hap : What care in time not eas'd ? In time I loath'd that now I love In both content and pleased . [ There is great beauty about ...
... fire ; Where deep disdain bred noisome hate , There kindleth now desire . Time causeth hope to have his hap : What care in time not eas'd ? In time I loath'd that now I love In both content and pleased . [ There is great beauty about ...
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Página 256 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 92 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Página 31 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 95 - 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 257 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! [From the Hebrew Melodies.] KNOW YE THE LAND?
Página 21 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Página 256 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 79 - 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. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Página 21 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Página 20 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...