Songs, Comic, and Satyricalauthor, 1782 - 247 sider |
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Songs, Comic, and Satyrical: By George Alexander Stevens George Alexander Stevens Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1772 |
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Æther Bacchus Beauty Beauty's Becauſe Beef beft beſt boaft boaſt Bon Ton Bottle breaſt Britons Bumper call'd Common Senfe cou'd Dæmon dare dear drink duft Engliſh ev'ry faid Fair fame faſhion fcorn fent fhall fhew fhou'd fide fighing fing firft firſt fmile folks fome fomething Fool foon friends ftill fuch fure fweet gainſt GEORGE ALEXANDER STEVENS Grace Hearts Here's Honour Huſband immenfe Jove juſt kifs Ladies Lafs laft laugh Liberty-Hall Life's Link-boy lips loft loll look'd Lord Love Love's Mifs Mofes Momus moſt Mozy Mufic muft muſt ne'er night o'er pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praiſe quoth Reaſon Sapience ſay Scurvy ſhall ſhe Sing tantararara SONG ſpeak ſpread Styx Tafte Taſte thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thro Toaft Toaſt Toll toy'd True Blue Tune twas Venus vex'd VIII wife Wine wonder wou'd
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Side 70 - Whittington's cat,' and 'the tall dromedary,' 'The chaise without horses,
Side 214 - One ev'ning alone in the grove, Miss sat on the side of the green, She wonder'd at what they call Love, And what it was marry'd folks mean. " All night how I tumble and toss, " Yet neither want manner nor means ; " Alas ! must I live to my loss, " And wither away in my teens...
Side 45 - On their stumps some have fought, and as stoutly will I, When reeling, I roll on the floor; Then my legs must be lost, so I'll drink as I lie, And dare the best buck to do more, My brave boys. 'Tis my will when I die, not a tear shall be shed, No Hie jacet be cut on my stone; But pour on my coffin a bottle of red, And say that his drinking is done, My brave boys!
Side 129 - Old Homer, but with him what have we to do ? What are Grecians or Trojans to me or to you ? Such heathenish heroes no more I'll invoke; Choice Spirits assist, attend Hearts of Oak.
Side 148 - ... all, Such fellows can't be free. We meet for mirth, we meet to sing, And jolly join, God save the King, Ye sov'reigns of the sea ; As honest instinct points the way, Our king, our country, we obey ; Yet pay to neither side our court, But liberty in both support, As men who should be free. Assist, uphold your church and state, See great men good, and good men great ; Ye sov'reigns of the sea ; Shun party, that unwelcome guest, No tenant for a Briton's breast, Forget, forgive, in faction's spite,...
Side 152 - Is this your love for me?— Is this all your care? " I'll never come near you again, — now, I swear ! " As she push'd me away, love explain'd by her eyes, Resistance was only to heighten the prize ; Her face chang'd alternate, from scarlet to snow, Her neck rose and fell fast, her language was low : Such beauty ! but more of that scene was not...
Side 52 - Wit, Love, and Reputation walk'd One evening out of town ; They sung, they laugh'd, they toy'd, they talk'd, Till night came darkling on. Love, wilful, needs would be their guide, And smiled at loss of day ; On her the kindred pair relied, And lost with her their way.
Side 151 - STEVENS (1782), 151 ; tune, fanlhe the Lovely, the joy of the plain\, One day, by appointment, Maria I met, That day of delight I remember it yet ; As the meadow we cross'd to avoid the town's croud, The sun seem'd eclips'd, by a black spreading cloud : Escaping the shower, to barn we fast fled, There safe heard the pattering rain over head. Some moments I suffer'd my fair to take breath, Then, sighing, she cry'd, "Lord I'm frighted to death ;
Side 148 - ... the sea ; The trash of temporising slaves, Who earn their daily bread as knaves, Heedless which side may rise or fall, The ready money that's their all, Such fellows can't be free. We meet for mirth, we meet to sing, And jolly join, God save the King, Ye sov'reigns of the sea ; As honest instinct points the way, Our king, our country, we obey ; Yet pay to neither side our court, But liberty in both support, As men who should be free. Assist, uphold your church and state, See great men good, and...
Side 44 - That cask, — ay, that we will try ; Tis as rich to the taste as the lips of your love, And as bright as her cheeks to the eye, My brave boys.