The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ...J. Walthoe, 1729 |
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... joy , how quickly art thou past ? 21 eyes Ab ! how sweet to fee the Ah ! lovely nymph , no more be coy , Ah ! Syren charmer , turn again , Ah , the fhepherd's mournful fate ! Allnature blooms when you appear , Amphion's lyre the rocky ...
... joy , how quickly art thou past ? 21 eyes Ab ! how sweet to fee the Ah ! lovely nymph , no more be coy , Ah ! Syren charmer , turn again , Ah , the fhepherd's mournful fate ! Allnature blooms when you appear , Amphion's lyre the rocky ...
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... joys we e'er poffeft , Of all the mighty powers above , of all the world's enjoyments " Oh ! lovely charmer , no more oppress me , Oh love , that stronger art than wine ! Oh ! my treasure , O love , thou never abfent thought ! O love ...
... joys we e'er poffeft , Of all the mighty powers above , of all the world's enjoyments " Oh ! lovely charmer , no more oppress me , Oh love , that stronger art than wine ! Oh ! my treasure , O love , thou never abfent thought ! O love ...
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... joys wou'd be compleat ; Dear ladies , leave the noify town , And to our fhades retreat : 698 Wou'd but in our fhades appear , you You'd make our fields Elizium here . نیتی We'll We'll fhew you all our cow - flip meads , A Collection of ...
... joys wou'd be compleat ; Dear ladies , leave the noify town , And to our fhades retreat : 698 Wou'd but in our fhades appear , you You'd make our fields Elizium here . نیتی We'll We'll fhew you all our cow - flip meads , A Collection of ...
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... joys , with all their treasure : Indulge your raptures , and your hours poffefs In ecstacies of smiling love's ... joy with needlefs rigour While fecurely you're careffing , Raife the blifs with mutual vigours Livię ( 3 Your murmurs ...
... joys , with all their treasure : Indulge your raptures , and your hours poffefs In ecstacies of smiling love's ... joy with needlefs rigour While fecurely you're careffing , Raife the blifs with mutual vigours Livię ( 3 Your murmurs ...
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... ; Speak in melting founds my tears , Speak my joys , my hopes , my fears . Thus force her , when from me fhe'd fly , By her own hand , like me , to die . Song L Song for the KING's Birth - Day . Twenty 12 A Collection of Songs .
... ; Speak in melting founds my tears , Speak my joys , my hopes , my fears . Thus force her , when from me fhe'd fly , By her own hand , like me , to die . Song L Song for the KING's Birth - Day . Twenty 12 A Collection of Songs .
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Side 205 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Side 101 - GIVE me more love, or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Side 73 - Now then love me: time may take Thee before thy time away: Of this need we'll virtue make, And learn love before we may.
Side 102 - I was so good-humour'd, so cheerful and gay, My Heart was as light as a Feather all Day. But now I so cross and so peevish am grown, So strangely uneasy, as never was known. My fair one is gone, and my joys are all drown'd, And my Heart, - I am sure it weighs more than a Pound.
Side 35 - HEAR, ye ladies that despise, What the mighty love has done ; Fear examples, and be wise : Fair Calisto was a nun ; Leda, sailing on the stream To deceive the hopes of man, Love accounting but a dream, Doted on a silver swan ; Danae, in a brazen tower, Where no love was, loved a shower. Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What the mighty love can do ; Fear the fierceness of the boy : The chaste moon he makes to woo ; Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires...
Side 34 - We have got tongues and eyes in vain And truth from us is sin. Men to new joys and conquests fly, And yet no hazard run; Poor we are left if we deny, And if we yield, undone. Then equal laws let custom find, And neither Sex oppress; More freedom give to Womankind Or give to Mankind less.
Side 131 - I do but drink away The heat and troubles of the day ? In this more than kingly state Love himself shall on me wait.
Side 102 - But now she is gone, and has left me behind, What a marvellous change on a sudden I find ! When things were as fine as could possibly be, I thought 'twas the Spring; but alas ! it was she.
Side 205 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys. Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies? Or his easier ears beguile, Thus removed by our wile? 'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have...
Side 14 - Till it laugh in my face, With ale that is potent and mellow; He that whines for a lass Is an ignorant ass, For a bumper has not its fellow.