The goldfinch, being a collection of the most esteemed modern songs in the English languageJ. Gold, 1805 |
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... fear a stranger ... ..... PAGE ... 223 226 In tatter'd weed , from town to town ... I rise with the morn , I contemplate the sun ..... If while my passion I impart ... L .230 .241 37 Lectur'd by pa and ma , o'ernight .. 74 Last ...
... fear a stranger ... ..... PAGE ... 223 226 In tatter'd weed , from town to town ... I rise with the morn , I contemplate the sun ..... If while my passion I impart ... L .230 .241 37 Lectur'd by pa and ma , o'ernight .. 74 Last ...
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... fear , The roaring winds , the raging sea , In hopes on shore to be once more Safe moor'd with thee . Aloft , while mountains high we go , The whistling winds that scud along , And the surge roaring from below , Shall my signal be to ...
... fear , The roaring winds , the raging sea , In hopes on shore to be once more Safe moor'd with thee . Aloft , while mountains high we go , The whistling winds that scud along , And the surge roaring from below , Shall my signal be to ...
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... fears our minds enthrall ! Harder yet ; it yet blows harder ! Now , again , the boatswain's call The top - sail - yards point to the wind , boys ; See all clear to reef each course : Let the fore - sheets go ; don't mind boys , Though ...
... fears our minds enthrall ! Harder yet ; it yet blows harder ! Now , again , the boatswain's call The top - sail - yards point to the wind , boys ; See all clear to reef each course : Let the fore - sheets go ; don't mind boys , Though ...
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... fear it → Of pangs , and wounds , and pointed darts , Of Cupid's bow , and bleeding hearts- I vow I cannot bear it . He says I'm pretty - mighty well ! And witty , too - that's better still ! And sensible , I swear it : But words , we ...
... fear it → Of pangs , and wounds , and pointed darts , Of Cupid's bow , and bleeding hearts- I vow I cannot bear it . He says I'm pretty - mighty well ! And witty , too - that's better still ! And sensible , I swear it : But words , we ...
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... fears ; When they wept she would cry ; when they play'd , she would smile ; And would grieve undissembling , and laugh with- out guile . If Nature e'er gave to the loveliest face A lasting impression of infantine grace , Surely this is ...
... fears ; When they wept she would cry ; when they play'd , she would smile ; And would grieve undissembling , and laugh with- out guile . If Nature e'er gave to the loveliest face A lasting impression of infantine grace , Surely this is ...
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Side 95 - HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For Death has broached him to. His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft.
Side 188 - And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for Tomorrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too As the sunshine or rain may prevail ; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail : A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game...
Side 169 - I've let lodgings ten years, — I'ma baker to boot; " In airing your sheets, sir, my wife is no sloven; " And your bed is immediately — over my oven." "The oven!!!" — says Will ;— says the host, "Why this passion ? " In that excellent bed died three people of fashion.
Side 184 - The moon had climbed the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree; When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When, soft and low, a voice was heard, Saying, 'Mary, weep no more for me!
Side 216 - Cupid from his favourite nation Care and envy will remove; Jealousy, that poisons passion, And despair, that dies for love, Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Sighs, that blow the fire of love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. Every swain shall pay his duty, Grateful every nymph shall prove; And as these excel in beauty, Those shall be renown'd for love.
Side 198 - Your charms would make me true. To you no soul shall bear deceit, No stranger offer wrong; But friends in all the aged you'll meet, And lovers in the young.
Side 234 - I'm drest all in my best To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master carries me to church. And often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Side 62 - But now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair: And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly; Ah, many's the time and oft! But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft.
Side 246 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Side 234 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.