The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songsJohn Osborn, 1742 - 370 páginas |
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... grow ; I'll wash off your Bloom with my Tear , Till Death puts an End to my Woe . On the Ground all alone in the Grove , By the fide of a murmuring Stream , Thus Daphne lamented her Love , And Damon the falle was her Theme ; Her Cheeks ...
... grow ; I'll wash off your Bloom with my Tear , Till Death puts an End to my Woe . On the Ground all alone in the Grove , By the fide of a murmuring Stream , Thus Daphne lamented her Love , And Damon the falle was her Theme ; Her Cheeks ...
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... grow , Defpair's more cold , more cold than all the Winds can blow . Can nothing , can nothing warm me , Can nothing , can nothing warm me ? yes , yes , yes , yes , Lucinda's Eyes ; yes , yes , yes , yes , yes , yes , Lucinda's Eyes ...
... grow , Defpair's more cold , more cold than all the Winds can blow . Can nothing , can nothing warm me , Can nothing , can nothing warm me ? yes , yes , yes , yes , Lucinda's Eyes ; yes , yes , yes , yes , yes , yes , Lucinda's Eyes ...
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... grow So very low , That he cannot drink Wine , Fortune is a Lafs , Will embrace , And foon destroy ; In Liberty Free - born , We'll ever Singing Vive le Roi . be , Τα Virtue is its own Reward , Sir , And Fortune 24 The LAR K.
... grow So very low , That he cannot drink Wine , Fortune is a Lafs , Will embrace , And foon destroy ; In Liberty Free - born , We'll ever Singing Vive le Roi . be , Τα Virtue is its own Reward , Sir , And Fortune 24 The LAR K.
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... grows clear , he feels Content , Forgets his penfive Strife , And well concludes our Span well spent In honeft , focial Life . Ev'n Fops - thofe doubtful - gender Things , So fond of Selves and Drefs , - Quite loft to the Delight that ...
... grows clear , he feels Content , Forgets his penfive Strife , And well concludes our Span well spent In honeft , focial Life . Ev'n Fops - thofe doubtful - gender Things , So fond of Selves and Drefs , - Quite loft to the Delight that ...
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... growing , And fober Souls at our Joys be amazed . SONG LI . What Life , & c . Hat Life can compare with the jolly Town - Rake's , WH When in his full Swing of all Pleasure he takes ? At Noon he gets up for a Whet and to 40 The LARK .
... growing , And fober Souls at our Joys be amazed . SONG LI . What Life , & c . Hat Life can compare with the jolly Town - Rake's , WH When in his full Swing of all Pleasure he takes ? At Noon he gets up for a Whet and to 40 The LARK .
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Términos y frases comunes
alake auld Bacchus Beauty beft Bleffing bleft Blifs bonny Breaft Busk Charms Chloe Clarinda conftant cou'd cry'd Cupid dear Defire Defpair Delight didle Difdain drink e'er Eafe Earl Douglas ev'ry Eyes fafely faid fair falfe fame Fate feven fhall fhould figh filly fince fing firft flain fmiling foft fome foon frae ftand ftill fuch fure fweet geld give Grace Groves hafte happy Heart Highland Laddie Jenny kifs Laddie Lafs laft lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid mair maun Meaſure moft muft muſt ne'er never Night Nofe Nymph o'er Paffion Pain Peggy Phillis pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r prithee quoth reft rife Rofe ſhall ſhe Sighs SONG Soul Swain tell thee thefe There's thofe thoſe thou thouſand Treaſure Twas twill Vows Wawking Whilft whofe Wife Wine wou'd young Youth
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Página 11 - And take your bows with speed: " And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, " That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear.
Página 307 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld.
Página 11 - The hounds ran swiftly through the woods The nimble deer to take, And with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make. Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the tender deer; Quoth he, " Earl Douglas promised This day to meet me here. " If that I thought he would not come, No longer would I stay.
Página 124 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Página 10 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Página 250 - I'll never demand, Or black or fair it maks na whether. I'm aff with wit, and beauty will fade, And blood alane is no worth a shilling; But she that's rich her market's made, For ilka charm about her is killing. Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land, And in my...
Página 16 - God save the King, and bless the land In plenty, joy, and peace; And grant henceforth that foul debate 'Twixt noblemen may cease.
Página 259 - Why the devil do ye na march ? Stand to your arms, my lads, Fight in good order ; Front about, ye musketeers all, Till ye come to the English border ; Stand till 't, and fight like men, True gospel to maintain. The parliament's blythe to see us a' coming. When to the kirk we come, We'll purge it ilka room, Frae popish relics, an' a' sic innovation. That a' the world may see, There's nane in the right but we, Of the auld Scottish nation.
Página 126 - Whilst thro' the groves I walk with you, Each object makes me gay ; Since your return the sun and moon With brighter beams do shine, Streams murmur soft notes while they run, As they did lang syne.
Página 253 - His tempting face, and flatt'ring chear, In time to me did not appear ; But now I fee that cruel he Cares neither for his babe nor me. Balow, my boy, &c.