The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English, Volume 2 |
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... divine Bacchus must now his power resign Believe my fighs , my tears my dear Belinda with affected mien PAGE 198 • • • 263 · 97 · Be wary , my Celia , when Celadon fues Blefs'd as th ' immortal gods is he Blyth , blyth , blyth , was she ...
... divine Bacchus must now his power resign Believe my fighs , my tears my dear Belinda with affected mien PAGE 198 • • • 263 · 97 · Be wary , my Celia , when Celadon fues Blefs'd as th ' immortal gods is he Blyth , blyth , blyth , was she ...
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... divine a creature To destroy what she can save . Happy's he whose inclination Warms but with a gentle heat ; Never mounts to raging paffion , Love's a torment if too great . When the storm is once blown over , Soon the ocean quiet grows ...
... divine a creature To destroy what she can save . Happy's he whose inclination Warms but with a gentle heat ; Never mounts to raging paffion , Love's a torment if too great . When the storm is once blown over , Soon the ocean quiet grows ...
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... Divine abodes fhall own his power , When time and death fhall be no more . ་ ་ ་་་ SONG IX . AIR Iris and her swain FAIR Were in a fhady bower , Where Thirfis long in vain Had fought the happy hour . At length , his hand advancing Upon ...
... Divine abodes fhall own his power , When time and death fhall be no more . ་ ་ ་་་ SONG IX . AIR Iris and her swain FAIR Were in a fhady bower , Where Thirfis long in vain Had fought the happy hour . At length , his hand advancing Upon ...
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... divine , As fhe whom Strephon loves . SONG XLIII . SHE . PRAY now , John , let Jug prevail , Doff thy fword , and take a flail ; Wounds and blows and fcorching heat , Will abroad be all you'll get . HE . Zounds ! you are mad , ye simple ...
... divine , As fhe whom Strephon loves . SONG XLIII . SHE . PRAY now , John , let Jug prevail , Doff thy fword , and take a flail ; Wounds and blows and fcorching heat , Will abroad be all you'll get . HE . Zounds ! you are mad , ye simple ...
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... divine ; They put a gigg in the gravest scull , And fend their wits to gather wool ; ' Tis wine , wine , women and wine , They run in a parallel . What is't that makes your face so pale , What is't that makes your looks divine , What ...
... divine ; They put a gigg in the gravest scull , And fend their wits to gather wool ; ' Tis wine , wine , women and wine , They run in a parallel . What is't that makes your face so pale , What is't that makes your looks divine , What ...
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beauty Becauſe Bellaſpelling beſt bluſhes bonny breaſt Celia charms chearful Chloe cou'd cry'd dear defire derol Derry deſpair diſcover drink e'er Earl of Murray eaſe eaſy eyes fair falſe fcorn fhall fighs fing firſt fleep foft fome fooliſh foon forrow foul frae freſh ftill fuch fwain fweet glaſs gowans are gay heart himſelf houſe Invermay joys kind kiſs laſs laſt loft loſe lov'd lover maid maſon merry miſtreſs moſt muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain paſs paſt Phillis pleaſe pleaſure poor praiſe pray purſue raiſe reaſon reſt roſe ſaid ſay ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkies ſmiling ſoft SONG ſpeak ſports ſpring ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtream Strephon ſwain ſweet tell thee There's theſe thoſe thou thouſand thro treaſure trifle Twas uſe vex'd vows Whilft Whoſe wife wine wiſh wou'd young
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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.