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... Lord Chancellor of England , wherein the author states , that , at the desire of friends , and from the knowledge that many spurious copies of his Songs having got into public notice , he has been induced to pub- lish the above , being ...
... Lord Chancellor of England , wherein the author states , that , at the desire of friends , and from the knowledge that many spurious copies of his Songs having got into public notice , he has been induced to pub- lish the above , being ...
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... Lords gone a - Maying ? Run apace and meet them , And with your garlands greet them ; ' Twere pity they should miss you , For they will sweetly kiss you ! Hark ! hark ! I hear the dancing , And a nimble morris prancing ; The bagpipe and ...
... Lords gone a - Maying ? Run apace and meet them , And with your garlands greet them ; ' Twere pity they should miss you , For they will sweetly kiss you ! Hark ! hark ! I hear the dancing , And a nimble morris prancing ; The bagpipe and ...
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... lord , which is the rat . What shall we have to our supper ? Three beans in a pound of butter . And now when supper they were at , The frog , the mouse , and even the rat . Then came in sly Gib , our cat , And catch'd the mouse even by ...
... lord , which is the rat . What shall we have to our supper ? Three beans in a pound of butter . And now when supper they were at , The frog , the mouse , and even the rat . Then came in sly Gib , our cat , And catch'd the mouse even by ...
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... , & c . I have been twice our Whitsun lord , I have had ladies many fair , And eke thou hast my heart in hold , And in my mind seems passing rare . And eke thou hast , & c . 67 I will put on my best white slope , And.
... , & c . I have been twice our Whitsun lord , I have had ladies many fair , And eke thou hast my heart in hold , And in my mind seems passing rare . And eke thou hast , & c . 67 I will put on my best white slope , And.
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... Lord Hales , in notes to his Selections from the Bannatyne M.S. which seems to be the primary Scottish version of the same ; but those who have , may compare the twain , and see how far they resemble each other . One stanza quoted by ...
... Lord Hales , in notes to his Selections from the Bannatyne M.S. which seems to be the primary Scottish version of the same ; but those who have , may compare the twain , and see how far they resemble each other . One stanza quoted by ...
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Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Acarce Works Thomas Lyle No preview available - 2008 |
Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works Thomas Lyle No preview available - 1973 |
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Common terms and phrases
ABERDEEN CANTUS adieu alace Anne hath Anne Hathaway auld wife Ballad beauty beauty's BEN JOHNSON Billy boy birds blooming blush bonnie lassie born bosom bower breath bright cheek cuckoo Cupid darling dear delight despair disdain doth Dunoon England's Helicon eyes fair fancy flowers fond foregoing frae glen grace green grief grove haste heart heaven Heigh-ho hope JOHN LYLY kiss lady lass Lauderdale lips live Lord Lord Delaware love good-morrow love's lover lusty maid mind morn muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er pain pale poet poetry Poor auld maidens pretty Queen RICHARD LOVELACE rose round Rowallan ROWALLAN'S POEMS says Scottish sigh sing SIR WILLIAM MURE smile song Sonnets sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet love tears thee thine THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MORLEY thou three ravens tree wanton weep wild wind WIND-FLOWER winter young
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Page 57 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 78 - Go, lovely Rose, 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.
Page 30 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Page 72 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her. Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 34 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Page 32 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Page 52 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Page 50 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 34 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Page 73 - He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.