The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs, Volum 2J. Walthoe, 1727 |
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... shades my brow , As love - fick Corydon befide As Sylvia in a forest lay , At dead of night , when wrapt in fep A ... shade , 121 Beneath a.
... shades my brow , As love - fick Corydon befide As Sylvia in a forest lay , At dead of night , when wrapt in fep A ... shade , 121 Beneath a.
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A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs. 1 Beneath a beech's grateful shade , 121 Beneath a fhady willow , Bright Cynthia's power's divinely great ; Bright was the morning , cool was the air , By a broad , a fhadowy willow , By ...
A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs. 1 Beneath a beech's grateful shade , 121 Beneath a fhady willow , Bright Cynthia's power's divinely great ; Bright was the morning , cool was the air , By a broad , a fhadowy willow , By ...
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... shade , Young Cleon and Sylvia one evening were laid ; The youth pleaded ftrongly for proof of his love ; But honour had won her his flame to reprove . She cry'd , where's the luftre , when clouds hade the Or what is rich nectar , the ...
... shade , Young Cleon and Sylvia one evening were laid ; The youth pleaded ftrongly for proof of his love ; But honour had won her his flame to reprove . She cry'd , where's the luftre , when clouds hade the Or what is rich nectar , the ...
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... shades he laid him down , And to himself thus talk'd of love : ' Twas in the golden age , faid he , That Cupid held a peaceful reign ; He exercis'd no tyranny , Nor cou'd his fubjects then complain . The innocent and faithful fwain ...
... shades he laid him down , And to himself thus talk'd of love : ' Twas in the golden age , faid he , That Cupid held a peaceful reign ; He exercis'd no tyranny , Nor cou'd his fubjects then complain . The innocent and faithful fwain ...
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... shade . In vain you cry , you'll fin no more ; In vain you pray and fast ; You'll ne'er perfuade us , till threescore , That Silvia can be chafte . When thus affectedly you cant , You're fuch a young beginner , You make at beft an ...
... shade . In vain you cry , you'll fin no more ; In vain you pray and fast ; You'll ne'er perfuade us , till threescore , That Silvia can be chafte . When thus affectedly you cant , You're fuch a young beginner , You make at beft an ...
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am'rous beauty Becauſe bleft breaſt bright cauſe ceaſe Celia charms Clarinda Cloe conftant cou'd cruel cry'd Cupid Damon dart dear defire deſpair difdain diſcover doth e'er eaſe eyes faid fair falfe fate fcorn fear fhade fhall fhepherd fhining fhou'd figh'd fighs filly fince fing fire firſt flame flave fmiles foft fome fond fool foon forrow foul ftill fuch fung fure fwain fweet gentle give grace grief grove heart Highland laddie kifs laſt lov'd Love for love love's lover maid moſt mufe mufick muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Phillis pleaſe pleaſure pow'r pride purſue raiſe reafon reft reſt ſay ſeen ſhall ſhe Silvia ſmile ſtill ſtream Strephon ſuch ſwain ſweet tears tell thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro treaſure trifle Twas vows Whilft whofe Whoſe wine wou'd youth
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Side 155 - But now our fears tempestuous grow, And cast our hopes away ; Whilst you, regardless of our woe, Sit careless at a play ; Perhaps, permit some happier man To kiss your hand, or flirt your fan.
Side 87 - But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above.
Side 269 - Word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, That I may...
Side 35 - Not, Celia, that I juster am Or better than the rest ; For I would change each hour, like them, Were not my heart at rest. But I am tied to very thee By every thought I have ; Thy face I only care to see, Thy heart I only crave.
Side 55 - She cast not back a pitying eye : But left her lover in despair To sigh, to languish, and to die: Ah! how can those fair eyes endure To give the wounds they will not cure? Great God of Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land?
Side 20 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid.
Side 55 - Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land? Where thou hadst placed such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.
Side 105 - Such beauty and pleasure does yield . The warblers are heard in the grove, The linnet, the lark, and the thrush, The blackbird, and sweet cooing dove, With music enchant every bush.
Side 87 - Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!
Side 127 - PHILLIS, men say that all my vows Are to thy fortune paid ; Alas ! my heart he little knows, Who thinks my love a trade. Were I of all these woods the lord, One berry from thy hand More real pleasure would afford Than all my large command. My humble love has learned to live On what the nicest maid, Without a conscious blush, may give Beneath the myrtle shade.