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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Արդյունքներ 17–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... yielding and eafy , prefcribes no dull rule , Nor thinks it a wonder a lover fhould cool ; Let's bill like the fparrow , and rove like the bee , For in fpite of grave lessons , by Jove , & c . XIII . The ANSWER . HOW dare you , bold ...
... yielding and eafy , prefcribes no dull rule , Nor thinks it a wonder a lover fhould cool ; Let's bill like the fparrow , and rove like the bee , For in fpite of grave lessons , by Jove , & c . XIII . The ANSWER . HOW dare you , bold ...
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... Tis taught us on earth , and by all things above ; And to beauty's bright ftandard all heroes muft yield , For ' tis beauty that conquers , and keeps the fair field . XVII . JOHN OCHILTREE . HONEST man John Ochiltree ; ( 20 )
... Tis taught us on earth , and by all things above ; And to beauty's bright ftandard all heroes muft yield , For ' tis beauty that conquers , and keeps the fair field . XVII . JOHN OCHILTREE . HONEST man John Ochiltree ; ( 20 )
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... yield our virgin treasure When we meet the joyous lover , And an equal flame discover ; Nothing now to love denying , Both with guiltlefs rapture dying Oh the foft tranfporting blifs ! What is life or fame to this ! I rave , I rave ...
... yield our virgin treasure When we meet the joyous lover , And an equal flame discover ; Nothing now to love denying , Both with guiltlefs rapture dying Oh the foft tranfporting blifs ! What is life or fame to this ! I rave , I rave ...
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... yield my beauty , Kinder thine than Cupid's dart . I XXXI . Gently touch'd her hand , he gave A look that did my foul enflave ; I preft her rebel lips in vain , They rofe up to be preft again : Thus happy I no further meant , Than to be ...
... yield my beauty , Kinder thine than Cupid's dart . I XXXI . Gently touch'd her hand , he gave A look that did my foul enflave ; I preft her rebel lips in vain , They rofe up to be preft again : Thus happy I no further meant , Than to be ...
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... yield , though I'm goodman . Nought's to be won at women's hand , Unless ye gie them a ' the plea , So I'll leave aff where I began , And tak my auld cloak about me . XXXVI . Hap me with thy Petticoat . Bell , thy looks have kill'd my ...
... yield , though I'm goodman . Nought's to be won at women's hand , Unless ye gie them a ' the plea , So I'll leave aff where I began , And tak my auld cloak about me . XXXVI . Hap me with thy Petticoat . Bell , thy looks have kill'd my ...
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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.