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appear arms beauty bleſſing bloom breaſt bright charms Cloe comes complain cou'd Cupid dart dear delight Derry deſpair diſdain drink eyes face fair fate fear figh fire firſt give glaſs grace grove grow hand Happy head hear heart hope hour I'll kind lady laſt leave live London look lord loſe lov'd lover maid meet mind Molly moſt move muſt nature ne'er never night nymph o'er once pain paſſion plain play pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r prove reaſon roſe round ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhepherd ſhou'd ſing ſmiling ſoft ſome ſong ſtill Strephon ſuch ſwain ſweet tell tender thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought thro took treaſure true Twas vain voice whoſe wine wiſe wiſh wou'd wound young youth
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Էջ 1 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
Էջ 156 - AWAY, let nought to love displeasing, My Winifreda, move your care ; Let nought delay the heavenly blessing, Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy fear. What tho...
Էջ 157 - How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung! To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue! And when with envy time transported Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.
Էջ 123 - If I would not give up the three Graces, I wish I were hang'd like a dog, And at court all the drawingroom faces, For a glance of my sweet Molly Mog.
Էջ 48 - Ah Colin! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone: Nor thou, fond maid, receive his...
Էջ 48 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
Էջ 147 - And for the guests that were to dine, Brought Comus, Love, and Jocus. The god near Cupid drew his chair, Near Comus, Jocus plac'd ; For wine makes Love forget its care, And Mirth exalts a feast.
Էջ 112 - And wish me better sped, Flat as a flounder when I lie, And as a herring dead. Sure as a gun she'll drop a tear, And sigh, perhaps, and wish, When I am rotten as a pear, And mute as any fish.
Էջ 102 - THE last time I came o'er the moor, I left my love behind me : Ye pow'rs ! what pain do I endure, When soft ideas mind me : Soon as the ruddy morn display'd The beaming day ensuing, I met betimes my lovely maid In fit retreats for wooing.
Էջ 49 - When, stretch'd before her rival's corse, She saw her husband dead. Then to his Lucy's new-made grave, Convey'd by trembling swains, One mould with her, beneath one sod, For ever he remains.
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| Վերնագիր | The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs, Հատոր 4 The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs |
| Հրատարակիչ | J. Walthoe, 1732 |
| Original from | Օքսֆորդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 10 Հուլիս 2007 |
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