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 55
Charles Mackay. Thus with unwearied wings I flee Through all Love's garden and his fields ; And , like the wise ... field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword , a horse , a shield . Yet this inconstancy is such As you , too , shall ...
Charles Mackay. Thus with unwearied wings I flee Through all Love's garden and his fields ; And , like the wise ... field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword , a horse , a shield . Yet this inconstancy is such As you , too , shall ...
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... fields , Count the flocks that on Tempé are playing , Or the grain that each Sicily yields ; Count how many stars are in heaven , Go reckon the sands on the shore ; And when so many kisses you've given , I still will be asking for more ...
... fields , Count the flocks that on Tempé are playing , Or the grain that each Sicily yields ; Count how many stars are in heaven , Go reckon the sands on the shore ; And when so many kisses you've given , I still will be asking for more ...
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... field and not in the grove . " " Tell me , " again the old man said , 66 ' Why are you loit'ring here , fair maid ? " " The nightingale's song , so sweet and clear , Father , " said she , " I'm come to hear . " 66 Fie , fie ! " she ...
... field and not in the grove . " " Tell me , " again the old man said , 66 ' Why are you loit'ring here , fair maid ? " " The nightingale's song , so sweet and clear , Father , " said she , " I'm come to hear . " 66 Fie , fie ! " she ...
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... fields , The woods or steepy mountain yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a ...
... fields , The woods or steepy mountain yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a ...
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... field To winter floods their treasures yield : A honey'd tongue , a heart of gall , Is fancy's spring , but sorrow's fall . Thy gown , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Are all soon wither'd , broke ...
... field To winter floods their treasures yield : A honey'd tongue , a heart of gall , Is fancy's spring , but sorrow's fall . Thy gown , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Are all soon wither'd , broke ...
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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.