Lyrics from the Old Song BooksEdmondstoune Duncan G. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1927 - 611 ページ |
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... Saint Valentine's Day OOD morrow , ' tis Saint Valentine's Day Goo All in the morning time And I , a maid at your window , To be your Valentine . The dawn is here , Arise , my dear , And ope your casement wide , The day is consecrate to ...
... Saint Valentine's Day OOD morrow , ' tis Saint Valentine's Day Goo All in the morning time And I , a maid at your window , To be your Valentine . The dawn is here , Arise , my dear , And ope your casement wide , The day is consecrate to ...
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... saints to dwell in heaven above . This day to man came pledge of perfect peace , This day to man came love and unity : This day man's grief began for to surcease , This day did man receive a remedy , For each offence and every deadly ...
... saints to dwell in heaven above . This day to man came pledge of perfect peace , This day to man came love and unity : This day man's grief began for to surcease , This day did man receive a remedy , For each offence and every deadly ...
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... Saint is sure of his unspotted heart . And when he saddest sits in homely cell , He'll teach his swains this carol for a song , - ' Blessed be the hearts that wish my sovereign well , Cursed be the souls that think her any wrong ...
... Saint is sure of his unspotted heart . And when he saddest sits in homely cell , He'll teach his swains this carol for a song , - ' Blessed be the hearts that wish my sovereign well , Cursed be the souls that think her any wrong ...
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... Saint would take in worth thy heart , Thou canst not please her with a better part . This song appears to be the second part of Mourn , mourn . 88 . W When others sing HEN others sing Venite G 81 JOHN DOWLAND 87. ...
... Saint would take in worth thy heart , Thou canst not please her with a better part . This song appears to be the second part of Mourn , mourn . 88 . W When others sing HEN others sing Venite G 81 JOHN DOWLAND 87. ...
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... Saint is dear to me , And Joan herself is she Joan fair and true , Joan that doth ever move , Passions of love with love Fortune , adieu . Die not before thy Day IE not before thy day , poor man condemned , DIE But lift thy low looks ...
... Saint is dear to me , And Joan herself is she Joan fair and true , Joan that doth ever move , Passions of love with love Fortune , adieu . Die not before thy Day IE not before thy day , poor man condemned , DIE But lift thy low looks ...
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166 ページ - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
136 ページ - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
494 ページ - NIGHTINGALE My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
253 ページ - 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. 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.
136 ページ - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
128 ページ - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired
136 ページ - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
505 ページ - I remember, I remember I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
115 ページ - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
525 ページ - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...