Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 sider |
Inni boken
Resultat 1-5 av 35
Side 31
... men forget themselves so far : To mark what choice they make , and how they change ; How , leaving best , the worst they choose out still ; And how , like laggards , wild about they range SONGS OF THF AFFECTIONS . 31 Byrd.
... men forget themselves so far : To mark what choice they make , and how they change ; How , leaving best , the worst they choose out still ; And how , like laggards , wild about they range SONGS OF THF AFFECTIONS . 31 Byrd.
Side 32
... - in fine unseemly . Plough not the seas , sow not the sands , Leave off your idle pain ; Seek other mistress for your mind ; Love's service is in vain . ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT . LOVE in my bosom , like a 32 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... - in fine unseemly . Plough not the seas , sow not the sands , Leave off your idle pain ; Seek other mistress for your mind ; Love's service is in vain . ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT . LOVE in my bosom , like a 32 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
Side 37
... leave them to their study still , To look where is no light ; Till time too late we make them try , They study false astronomy . " John Dowland , " says a note in the Rev. Alexander Dyce's edition of the Poems of Shakspeare , " was a ...
... leave them to their study still , To look where is no light ; Till time too late we make them try , They study false astronomy . " John Dowland , " says a note in the Rev. Alexander Dyce's edition of the Poems of Shakspeare , " was a ...
Side 43
... leave a kiss but in the cup , And I'll not look for wine . The thirst that from my soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much ...
... leave a kiss but in the cup , And I'll not look for wine . The thirst that from my soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much ...
Side 53
... leave them both to be thy tear . Not the soft gold which Steals from the amber - weeping tree , Makes sorrow half so rich As the drops distill'd from thee : Sorrow's best jewels be in these Caskets , of which SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 53.
... leave them both to be thy tear . Not the soft gold which Steals from the amber - weeping tree , Makes sorrow half so rich As the drops distill'd from thee : Sorrow's best jewels be in these Caskets , of which SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 53.
Innhold
50 | |
52 | |
59 | |
60 | |
63 | |
64 | |
65 | |
70 | |
71 | |
74 | |
76 | |
97 | |
100 | |
105 | |
106 | |
123 | |
125 | |
127 | |
130 | |
174 | |
176 | |
182 | |
189 | |
213 | |
219 | |
221 | |
231 | |
233 | |
241 | |
267 | |
270 | |
277 | |
279 | |
289 | |
291 | |
305 | |
310 | |
315 | |
Andre utgaver - Vis alle
Songs of England. the Book of English Songs, Ed. by C. MacKay England Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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.