The humming bird. A collection of the most celebrated English and Scots songs1785 |
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... arms , Near a meandring river's fide Near a thick grove whofe deep Near the fide of a ftream there liv'd Neateft of pretty feet for dancing Never ' till now I knew love's finart Night and day the anxious lover Night affumes her gloomy ...
... arms , Near a meandring river's fide Near a thick grove whofe deep Near the fide of a ftream there liv'd Neateft of pretty feet for dancing Never ' till now I knew love's finart Night and day the anxious lover Night affumes her gloomy ...
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... arms , comply'd with terms , And granted noble freedom . Then , & c . At hunting , and the race too ; They sprightly vigour fhew ; And at the female chace too , None beats the Kentifh beau . Poffefs'd of wealth , and bleft with health ...
... arms , comply'd with terms , And granted noble freedom . Then , & c . At hunting , and the race too ; They sprightly vigour fhew ; And at the female chace too , None beats the Kentifh beau . Poffefs'd of wealth , and bleft with health ...
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... arms collected all agree , To live and die , like their great fathers , free . Grafp'd with one hand , the threat'ning feel t The other , verdant boughs difplay'd . In dire array , thus dreadful from afar , Invafion's living bar ...
... arms collected all agree , To live and die , like their great fathers , free . Grafp'd with one hand , the threat'ning feel t The other , verdant boughs difplay'd . In dire array , thus dreadful from afar , Invafion's living bar ...
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... arms . THE HE echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad , To horfe , my brave boys , and away ; The morning is up , and the cry of the hounds Upbraids our too tedious delay . What pleasure we find in purfuing the fox , O'er hill and o'er ...
... arms . THE HE echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad , To horfe , my brave boys , and away ; The morning is up , and the cry of the hounds Upbraids our too tedious delay . What pleasure we find in purfuing the fox , O'er hill and o'er ...
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... arms , Sport fweetens the conjugal life . Our days pafs away in a fcene of delight , Which kings and their courtiers ne'er tafte , In pleasures of love we reve ! all night , Next morning return to the chace . IAM , jolly huntfman , My ...
... arms , Sport fweetens the conjugal life . Our days pafs away in a fcene of delight , Which kings and their courtiers ne'er tafte , In pleasures of love we reve ! all night , Next morning return to the chace . IAM , jolly huntfman , My ...
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beauty blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft chace charms chearful Chloe Colin cry'd Cupid Damon dear defire defpair delight e'er ev'ry eyes fafe faid fair falfe fcene fcorn fear feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhould figh filly fing firft fkies flow'rs fmiles foft fome fond fong foon forrow foul fport fpring ftill ftrain ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fweetly gentle grace grove hafte happy Hark hear heart Jenny Grey kifs kind lafs laft loft lov'd lover maid mind morn mufic muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Phillis plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride rapture reft rife Robin Gray rofe rove ſhall ſmile Strephon ſwain ſweet tell tender thee thefe theſe thofe thou thro toy'd Twas vex'd vows Whilft whofe wife wine young youth
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176 ページ - She cast not back a pitying eye: But left her lover in despair To sigh, to languish, and to die: Ah ! how can those fair eyes endure To give the wounds they will not cure ? Great God of Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land?
256 ページ - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bower I have labour'd to rear; Not a shrub that I heard her admire.
256 ページ - With the lilac to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves. What strains of wild melody flow!
288 ページ - A breath to beauty's bloom unkind, As, to the rofe, an Eaftern wind. The nymph reply'd — You firft, my fwain, Confine your fonnets to the plain ; One envious tongue alike difarms, You, of your wit, me, of my charms. What is, unknown, the poet's...
316 ページ - Truth, they say, lies in a well, Why, I vow I ne'er could see; Let the water-drinkers tell, There it always lay for me. For when sparkling wine went round, Never saw I falsehood's mask; But still honest truth I found In the bottom of each flask. True, at length my vigour's flown, I have years to bring decay; Few the locks that now I own, And the few I have are grey.
309 ページ - How can they say that nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then, beneath the water, Should hideous rocks remain ? No eyes the rocks discover That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep.
319 ページ - God save our gracious King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
214 ページ - SHALL I, like a hermit, dwell, On a rock, or in a cell, Calling home the smallest part That is missing of my heart, To bestow it where I may Meet a rival every day ? If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be...
189 ページ - Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes, That swim with pleasure and delight, Nor those heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade their light: 'Tis not that hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face; Now straying round the forehead, now behind Retiring with insidious grace.
168 ページ - CELIA'S love, And ev'ry charm was new, I fwore by all the gods above , To be for ever true. But long in vain did I adore, Long wept and figh'd in vain, She ftill protefted, vow'd, and fwore, She ne'er would eafe my pain. At laft o'ercomc me made me bleft, And yielded all her charms, And I forfook her when pofleft, And fled to others arms.