The humming bird. A collection of the most celebrated English and Scots songs1785 |
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... youth , oh ! tell me why Fly , fly , to yon vale , other pastimes purfuels 74 Gently stir and blow the fire . 42 Gently touch the warbling lyre 335 Give Ifaac the nymph who no beauty 223 Give me . but a wife , I expect not to find . 223 ...
... youth , oh ! tell me why Fly , fly , to yon vale , other pastimes purfuels 74 Gently stir and blow the fire . 42 Gently touch the warbling lyre 335 Give Ifaac the nymph who no beauty 223 Give me . but a wife , I expect not to find . 223 ...
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... youth shall it ever be faid 36 260 In the city of Phebus a widow there dwelt 31 In the golden barge we ride 193 In the morn as I walk thro ' the mead 229 In this fhady bleft retreat . 336 In tuneful numbers let me tell 396 In vain ...
... youth shall it ever be faid 36 260 In the city of Phebus a widow there dwelt 31 In the golden barge we ride 193 In the morn as I walk thro ' the mead 229 In this fhady bleft retreat . 336 In tuneful numbers let me tell 396 In vain ...
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... youth , whom I to fave would die 59 : They fay there is an echo here 398 Think , my faireft , how delay 233 Think , oh ! think within my breast 160 This cold finty heart it is you who have warm'd 25 160 ' Tis woman that feduces all ...
... youth , whom I to fave would die 59 : They fay there is an echo here 398 Think , my faireft , how delay 233 Think , oh ! think within my breast 160 This cold finty heart it is you who have warm'd 25 160 ' Tis woman that feduces all ...
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... youth urged the chace , And taught woodlands and forests to roar . Hence , of noble defcent , Hus and wilds we frequent , Where the bofom of nature's reveal'd , Tho ' in life's bufy day , Man of man makes a prey , Still let our be the ...
... youth urged the chace , And taught woodlands and forests to roar . Hence , of noble defcent , Hus and wilds we frequent , Where the bofom of nature's reveal'd , Tho ' in life's bufy day , Man of man makes a prey , Still let our be the ...
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... vate . See ! how away the fevering clouds are driven , How gay already feems the face of heaven ! C 3 Thofe Thofe ruddy freaks foretel the fun is near To drink HUNTING SONGS 17 and CANTATAS . A youth, adorn'd with every.
... vate . See ! how away the fevering clouds are driven , How gay already feems the face of heaven ! C 3 Thofe Thofe ruddy freaks foretel the fun is near To drink HUNTING SONGS 17 and CANTATAS . A youth, adorn'd with every.
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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.