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... swain who was desirous of making widely known either the charms or the cruelty of his mis- tress , we must impute the birth of our love - songs ; those were the strains that " delayed the huddling brook , and lapped the prisoned soul in ...
... swain who was desirous of making widely known either the charms or the cruelty of his mis- tress , we must impute the birth of our love - songs ; those were the strains that " delayed the huddling brook , and lapped the prisoned soul in ...
Side 61
... swain : Those common † wiles Of sighs and smiles Are all bestow'd on me in vain . I have elsewhere vowed a duty ; Turn away thy tempting eye : Show not me at painted beauty ; These impostures I defy : My spirit loathes Where gawdy ...
... swain : Those common † wiles Of sighs and smiles Are all bestow'd on me in vain . I have elsewhere vowed a duty ; Turn away thy tempting eye : Show not me at painted beauty ; These impostures I defy : My spirit loathes Where gawdy ...
Side 112
... swain . Kiss me , dear , before my dying ; Kiss me once and ease my pain . Ever scorning and denying To reward your faithful swain , — Chloe , laughing at his crying , Told him that he lov'd in vain . Kiss me , dear , before my dying ...
... swain . Kiss me , dear , before my dying ; Kiss me once and ease my pain . Ever scorning and denying To reward your faithful swain , — Chloe , laughing at his crying , Told him that he lov'd in vain . Kiss me , dear , before my dying ...
Side 125
... LORD ROCHESTER . Born 1648 - Died 1680 . I cannot change , as others do , Though you unjustly scorn : Since that poor swain who sighs for you For you alone was born . No , Phillis , no , your heart to move SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... LORD ROCHESTER . Born 1648 - Died 1680 . I cannot change , as others do , Though you unjustly scorn : Since that poor swain who sighs for you For you alone was born . No , Phillis , no , your heart to move SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
Side 132
... will kill outright And every swain subdue . [ In Southerne's " Oroonoko , " 1699 , said there to be written by Sir Harry Sheers . ] CYNTHIA . Bright Cynthia's power divinely great , What heart 132 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
... will kill outright And every swain subdue . [ In Southerne's " Oroonoko , " 1699 , said there to be written by Sir Harry Sheers . ] CYNTHIA . Bright Cynthia's power divinely great , What heart 132 SONGS OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND .
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang Amynta auld ballad beauty BEN JONSON birds blest bliss bloom bonnie lassie Born bosom bower braes braw breast breath bright cauld charms cheek dear doth drink e'er EDMUND WALLER eyes fair flowers frae gentle glen grace green gudeman hame HARRY CAREY heart hills JAMES HOGG JOHN JOHN DRYDEN kiss Kytt lady lass lips live lo'e Lord lov'd love's lover maid mair MATTHEW PRIOR maun merry ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pleasure Poems poet printed R. B. SHERIDAN Ramsay Ritson ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL rose says Scotland Scottish Songs shepherd sigh sing smile soft sorrow soul sung swain sweet Tea Table Miscellany tears tell tender thee There's thine THOMAS CAREW thou thought thro verses weel Willie wind young youth
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Side 30 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee...
Side 242 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Side 241 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Side 74 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 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,...
Side 85 - Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time...
Side 90 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Side 232 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Side 258 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Side 29 - 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 266 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave!