Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 sider |
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Side vii
... Thomas K. Hervey John Dryden • · · • . MS . temp . Henry VIII . John Gay MS . temp . Henry VIII . Playford's " Airs and Dia- logues " . · Charles Dibdin ( Playford's " Musical Com- panion " • E. L. Montagu William Shakspeare Charles ...
... Thomas K. Hervey John Dryden • · · • . MS . temp . Henry VIII . John Gay MS . temp . Henry VIII . Playford's " Airs and Dia- logues " . · Charles Dibdin ( Playford's " Musical Com- panion " • E. L. Montagu William Shakspeare Charles ...
Side viii
... Thomas Dibdin Anonymous . Fletcher . Samuel Rogers . . Doubtful . • Nicholas Rowe . Thomas Dibdin • Charles Hamilton " Myrtle and Vine " Ben Jonson Myrtle and Vine " Dear is my little native Vale Dear Tom , this brown Jug Despairing ...
... Thomas Dibdin Anonymous . Fletcher . Samuel Rogers . . Doubtful . • Nicholas Rowe . Thomas Dibdin • Charles Hamilton " Myrtle and Vine " Ben Jonson Myrtle and Vine " Dear is my little native Vale Dear Tom , this brown Jug Despairing ...
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... Thomas Carew . Earl of Surrey 258 155 · 207 68 143 283 • 45 28 Robert Herrick 51 Edmund Waller • . 276 Charles Dibdin 184 Samuel Rogers . Doubtful . 304 . 208 256 110 " Myrtle and Vine " 108 Go , happy Rose Go , lovely Rose Go patter to ...
... Thomas Carew . Earl of Surrey 258 155 · 207 68 143 283 • 45 28 Robert Herrick 51 Edmund Waller • . 276 Charles Dibdin 184 Samuel Rogers . Doubtful . 304 . 208 256 110 " Myrtle and Vine " 108 Go , happy Rose Go , lovely Rose Go patter to ...
Side x
... Thomas Wyatt Dr. Walter Pope John Donne Charles Dibdin 66 Byrd's Songs and Sonnets " · Anonymous Anonymous " The Thrush " • “ Lusty Juventus " Nicholas Breton • Doubtful . If all the World and Love were young If Chance assigned If he to ...
... Thomas Wyatt Dr. Walter Pope John Donne Charles Dibdin 66 Byrd's Songs and Sonnets " · Anonymous Anonymous " The Thrush " • “ Lusty Juventus " Nicholas Breton • Doubtful . If all the World and Love were young If Chance assigned If he to ...
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... Thomas Lodge . • Love me little - love me long Love not · Lustily , lustily , let us sail forth Master Abraham Newland's May never was the Month of Love Merrily rolls the mill - stream on ' Mid Pleasures and Palaces . Mine be a Cot ...
... Thomas Lodge . • Love me little - love me long Love not · Lustily , lustily , let us sail forth Master Abraham Newland's May never was the Month of Love Merrily rolls the mill - stream on ' Mid Pleasures and Palaces . Mine be a Cot ...
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Songs of England. the Book of English Songs, Ed. by C. MacKay England Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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Abraham Newland ancient Bacchus ballads beauty born boys brave British grenadiers CHARLES DIBDIN CHARLES MACKAY charms chase cheer cold Crazy Jane cuckoo dance delight died doth drink England English melody eyes fair fear foes glee glory Hark Harry Carey hath heart Hearts of oak heav'n his soul heaven High trolollie hope horn hounds hunting JOHN jolly king kiss'd ladies land lass leather bottèl live Lord lover maid merrily merry mind morn music by Dr ne'er never night o'er old cap pleasure Poetry poor popular praise R. B. SHERIDAN Richmond Hill round row row Rule Britannia sail sailor ship sigh sing smile soldiers song Spanish Armada sport stanzas sung sweet Tally-ho tears tell thee There's thine Thomas Campbell thou true-love Twas Vicar of Bray wine wish in heav'n youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 55 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Side 202 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast ; And bends the gallant mast my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Side 150 - 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?
Side 36 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Side 88 - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Side 67 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Side 201 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Side 146 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Side 43 - 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.
Side 178 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.