The blackbird, containing one hundred and thirty songs, Scots and English. To which is added, the songs in Love in a village, and The maid of the mill [by I. Bickerstaffe].1783 |
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... ev'ry day abjur'd The Pope and the Pretender . And this is law , & c . The royal houfe of Hanover , And Proteftant fucceffion , For them I jovially will fwear , While they can keep poffeffion : In this my faith and loyalty No man can ...
... ev'ry day abjur'd The Pope and the Pretender . And this is law , & c . The royal houfe of Hanover , And Proteftant fucceffion , For them I jovially will fwear , While they can keep poffeffion : In this my faith and loyalty No man can ...
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... ev'ry plain , With pleasant and delightful air , Unto fome merry country fair ; The cuckow then , on every tree , Mocks marry'd men , mocks marry'd men , Mocks marry'd men ; for thus fings he , Cuckow , Cuckow , Cuckow , Cuckow , Q word ...
... ev'ry plain , With pleasant and delightful air , Unto fome merry country fair ; The cuckow then , on every tree , Mocks marry'd men , mocks marry'd men , Mocks marry'd men ; for thus fings he , Cuckow , Cuckow , Cuckow , Cuckow , Q word ...
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Blackbird. Her fmiles would gild despair , And brighten ev'ry joy . Like nature's rural fcenes , Her heartfome beauty charms ; Like them , with joy ferene , Our wishing heart they warm . Her looks , with fweetnefs crown'd , Steal every ...
Blackbird. Her fmiles would gild despair , And brighten ev'ry joy . Like nature's rural fcenes , Her heartfome beauty charms ; Like them , with joy ferene , Our wishing heart they warm . Her looks , with fweetnefs crown'd , Steal every ...
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... ev'ry man give the poet his due , For then it was with him , as ' tis now with you , He wrote it when he had nothing to do . Tol , tol , & c . This very word nothing , if took the right way ( 22 )
... ev'ry man give the poet his due , For then it was with him , as ' tis now with you , He wrote it when he had nothing to do . Tol , tol , & c . This very word nothing , if took the right way ( 22 )
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... ev'ry charm of thine . XXXVII . BLYTH Colin's bleft art Has bewitch'd my young heart , And trust me there's place for no other . Should he once ceafe to woo , What must poor Molly do ? For there's not in the world fuch another , There's ...
... ev'ry charm of thine . XXXVII . BLYTH Colin's bleft art Has bewitch'd my young heart , And trust me there's place for no other . Should he once ceafe to woo , What must poor Molly do ? For there's not in the world fuch another , There's ...
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The Blackbird, Containing One Hundred and Twenty-four Songs, Scots and ... BLACKBIRD Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1771 |
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Amyntas archery auld baith beauty blefs bleft blifs bofom bonny breaft Celia Charles Murray charms chear Chor cruel love cry'd Cuckow dear defire delight didle e'er Earl Earl Douglas ev'ry eyes faid fair fallow deer fear fenfe fhall fhepherd fhine fhould fighing filly fing flain flave fmiles foft fome fong foon forrow foul frae ftill fuch fure fwain fweet gaberlunzie happy Hark heart Hearts of oak heav'n Jenny Jock John Ochiltree Jove kifs king lafs laft lips lo'es lover LUNCARTY maid marry'd maun meikle merry mind morn mufe mufic muft ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion Phaon Piercy pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r rife rofe ſhe ſweet tarry woo tell thee thefe there's thou tocher treaſure Tune waly weel Whilft whofe wife Woo'd young
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Էջ 75 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Էջ 37 - Wi' cauk and keel' I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee. And draw a black clout o'er my ee ; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
Էջ 45 - My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Էջ 35 - Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie, Will you lodge a silly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he sat ; My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang. O wow ! quo...
Էջ 67 - I know thee well, an Earl thou art, Lord Piercy, so am I. But trust me, Piercy, pity it were, And great offence, to kill Any of these our harmless men'; For they have done no ill. Let thou and I the battle try. And set our men aside. Accurst be he, Lord Piercy said, By whom this is deny'd.
Էջ 75 - And made the fcarlet pale ? * And why did I, young witlefs maid, • Believe the flatt'ring tale ! ' That face, alas ! no more is fair, ' Thofe lips no longer red ; ' Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death,
Էջ 36 - Since naething's awa', as we can learn, The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn, Gae but the house, lass, and waken my bairn, And bid her come quickly ben.
Էջ 24 - Let him, &c. He that will not merry, merry be, With a company of jolly boys; May he be plagued with a scolding wife, To confound him with her noise. Let him, &c.
Էջ 45 - TDLESS'D as th' immortal gods is he, -*-' The youth who fondly fits by thee, And hears and fees thee all the while, Softly fpeak and fweetly fmile. 'Twas this...
Էջ 95 - Tis she does the virgins excel ; No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell : She's fairest where thousands are fair.