The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English, Volume 2 |
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... happy hour . At length , his hand advancing Upon her fnowy breast , He said , O ! kiss me longer , Longer yet , and longer , If you would make me blest . IRIS . An eafy yielding maid By trufting is undone OF CHOICE SONGS . 9.
... happy hour . At length , his hand advancing Upon her fnowy breast , He said , O ! kiss me longer , Longer yet , and longer , If you would make me blest . IRIS . An eafy yielding maid By trufting is undone OF CHOICE SONGS . 9.
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... Said , Let him be , and let him love , That only must his foul improve , Howe'er philofophers difpute . SONG XX . DESPAIRING befide a clear stream , fhepherd forfaken was laid ; And while a falfe nymph was his theme , A willow fupported ...
... Said , Let him be , and let him love , That only must his foul improve , Howe'er philofophers difpute . SONG XX . DESPAIRING befide a clear stream , fhepherd forfaken was laid ; And while a falfe nymph was his theme , A willow fupported ...
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... said , While I the cruel truth reveal ; Which nothing from my breast should tear , Which never should offend your ear , But that you bid me tell ? ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus complain , Since you appear'd upon the plain ; You are the ...
... said , While I the cruel truth reveal ; Which nothing from my breast should tear , Which never should offend your ear , But that you bid me tell ? ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus complain , Since you appear'd upon the plain ; You are the ...
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... Said , let's to the vineyards hafte : Straight then we fail'd To the Canaries , Which afforded just a taste ; From thence unto the Rhine , Where we drank up all the wine , Till Bacchus cry'd , Hold ye fots , or you die , And fwore he ...
... Said , let's to the vineyards hafte : Straight then we fail'd To the Canaries , Which afforded just a taste ; From thence unto the Rhine , Where we drank up all the wine , Till Bacchus cry'd , Hold ye fots , or you die , And fwore he ...
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... Said fhe to affwage the storm , I doubt you've undertook A task you can't perform . Since proof convinces beft , Fair maid , believe it true , That rage is but a jest , To what revenge can do : Then ferve him in his kind , And fit the ...
... Said fhe to affwage the storm , I doubt you've undertook A task you can't perform . Since proof convinces beft , Fair maid , believe it true , That rage is but a jest , To what revenge can do : Then ferve him in his kind , And fit the ...
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Page 143 - O dinna ye mind, young man," said she, "When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?" He turnd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.
Page 236 - Since laws were made, for every degree, To curb vice in others, as well as in me, I wonder we ha'n't better company Upon Tyburn tree. But gold, from law, can take out the sting ; And if rich men, like us, were to swing, 'Twould thin the land, such numbers to string Upon Tyburn tree.
Page 21 - twas a pleasure too great ; I listen'd, and cried when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe, She could dote 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...
Page 151 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there ! " Then bear my corse, my comrades, bear, This bridegroom blithe to meet, He in his wedding-trim so gay, I in my winding-sheet.
Page 150 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Page 7 - William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro. Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands.
Page 58 - Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms : Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn, When Pan, and his son, and fair Syrinx return.
Page 14 - Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Page 75 - O'er my dim Eyes a Darkness hung; My Ears with hollow Murmurs rung. In dewy Damps my Limbs were chill'd; My Blood with gentle Horrors thrill'd; My feeble Pulse forgot to play, I fainted, sunk, and dy'd away.
Page 20 - Ghosts.* r \ESPAIRING 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.