The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs, Հատոր 4J. Walthoe, 1732 |
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... bless , May the gods be propitious , Mortals , feize your fleeting treasure , My eafy heart , My heart inclines your chains to wear , My heart is every beauty's prey , My masters , give ear , My paffion is as mustard strong ; Myrtilla ...
... bless , May the gods be propitious , Mortals , feize your fleeting treasure , My eafy heart , My heart inclines your chains to wear , My heart is every beauty's prey , My masters , give ear , My paffion is as mustard strong ; Myrtilla ...
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... me most . Who fees that face in grief appear , Nor drops a fympathetick tear ? Yet ftill our joys just ballance keep , Bless'd in thy presence who can weep ? An G An HYMN to Sleep . OD of fleep , 10 A Collection of Songs .
... me most . Who fees that face in grief appear , Nor drops a fympathetick tear ? Yet ftill our joys just ballance keep , Bless'd in thy presence who can weep ? An G An HYMN to Sleep . OD of fleep , 10 A Collection of Songs .
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... bless the king , the dutchess fat , And keep the land in peace , And grant that drunkenness henceforth ' Mongst noblemen may cease . And likewife bless our royal prince , The kingdom's other hope : And grant us grace for to defy The ...
... bless the king , the dutchess fat , And keep the land in peace , And grant that drunkenness henceforth ' Mongst noblemen may cease . And likewife bless our royal prince , The kingdom's other hope : And grant us grace for to defy The ...
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... diffolving blifs convey me , Softly footh my foul to reft ; Gently , kindly , oh my treasure ! Bless me , let me die with pleasure , On thy panting fnowy breast . On } On Mrs. CECILIA B- IVINE Cecilia , now grown 128 A Collection of Songs .
... diffolving blifs convey me , Softly footh my foul to reft ; Gently , kindly , oh my treasure ! Bless me , let me die with pleasure , On thy panting fnowy breast . On } On Mrs. CECILIA B- IVINE Cecilia , now grown 128 A Collection of Songs .
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... blessings of nature , In various nations we try ;. No mortal than us can be greater , Who merrily live ' till we die . Chor . Then why shou'd we quarrel , & c . Safer to Drink than to Love . UCRETIA the kingdom of Rome did destroy ; And ...
... blessings of nature , In various nations we try ;. No mortal than us can be greater , Who merrily live ' till we die . Chor . Then why shou'd we quarrel , & c . Safer to Drink than to Love . UCRETIA the kingdom of Rome did destroy ; And ...
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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.