The Beauties of Ancient Poetry: Intended as a Companion to the Beauties of English PoetryE. Newbery and J. Wallis, 1794 - 204 sider |
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... round my knees they fondly clung ; To fee them look their mother's features , To hear them lifp their mother's tongue . And , when with envy time transported , Shall think to rob us of our joys , You'll in your girls again be courted ...
... round my knees they fondly clung ; To fee them look their mother's features , To hear them lifp their mother's tongue . And , when with envy time transported , Shall think to rob us of our joys , You'll in your girls again be courted ...
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... Round which her arms had fondly clos'd And mangled was that beauteous breast , On which her love - fick head repos'd ; And ravifh'd was that conftant heart , She did to every heart prefer ; For tho ' it could his king forget , ' Twas ...
... Round which her arms had fondly clos'd And mangled was that beauteous breast , On which her love - fick head repos'd ; And ravifh'd was that conftant heart , She did to every heart prefer ; For tho ' it could his king forget , ' Twas ...
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... round her neck , Like tendrils of the vine ; Her cheeks red dewy rofe buds deck , Her eyes like diamonds fhine . Soon as his well known fhip fhe fpied , She caft her weeds away , And to the palmy fhore fhe hied , All in her beft array ...
... round her neck , Like tendrils of the vine ; Her cheeks red dewy rofe buds deck , Her eyes like diamonds fhine . Soon as his well known fhip fhe fpied , She caft her weeds away , And to the palmy fhore fhe hied , All in her beft array ...
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... . Now each May morning round her tomb Ye fair , fresh flow'rets ftrew , So may your lovers fcape his doom , Her hapless fate fcape you . H GENTLE RIVER , GENTLE RIVER . TRANSLATED FROM THE SPANISH SELECT ANCIENT POEMS . 71 .
... . Now each May morning round her tomb Ye fair , fresh flow'rets ftrew , So may your lovers fcape his doom , Her hapless fate fcape you . H GENTLE RIVER , GENTLE RIVER . TRANSLATED FROM THE SPANISH SELECT ANCIENT POEMS . 71 .
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... then Upon the bloody shore . Stand to it noble pikemen , And look you round about : And shoot you right you bow - men , And we will keep them out : You mufquet and calliver men , Do you prove true 82 SELECT ANCIENT POEMS .
... then Upon the bloody shore . Stand to it noble pikemen , And look you round about : And shoot you right you bow - men , And we will keep them out : You mufquet and calliver men , Do you prove true 82 SELECT ANCIENT POEMS .
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Side 41 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Side 83 - Lord Thomas was buried without kirkwa, Fair Annet within the quiere, And o the tane thair grew a birk, The other a bonny briere. And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare; And by this ye may ken right weil 'They were twa luvers deare.
Side 41 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...
Side 42 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Side 102 - As there had been none such. My Muse doth not delight Me as she did before; My hand and pen are not in plight, As they have been of yore. For reason me denies This youthly idle rhyme; And day by day to me she cries, "Leave off these toys in time.
Side 53 - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave ; Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never...
Side 196 - AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
Side 80 - No, I will tak my mither's counsel, And marrie me owt o hand;' And I will tak the nut-browne bride, Fair Annet may leive the land." Up then rose Fair Annet's father, Twa hours or it wer day, And he is gane into the bower Wherein Fair Annet lay. "Rise up, rise up, Fair Annet," he says, "Put on your silken sheene; Let us gae to St.
Side 46 - For whereas twenty men were wont To wait with bended knee: She gave allowance but to ten, And after scarce to three; Nay, one she thought too much for him; So took she all away, In hope that in her court, good king, He would no longer stay. Am I rewarded thus, quoth he, In giving all I have Unto my children, and to beg For what I lately gave?
Side 197 - With an old falconer, huntsman, and a kennel of hounds, That never hawked, nor hunted, but in his own grounds, Who, like a wise man, kept himself within his own bounds, And when he dyed gave every child a thousand good pounds; Like an old courtier, &c.