Drinking-songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient balladsF. C. and J. Rivington, 1819 |
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... mind to - morrow . Bring the flask , the music bring , Joy shall quickly find us ; Drink , and dance , and laugh , and sing , And cast dull care behind us . SONG XIV . CATO'S ADVICE . * WHAT Cato advises , most certainly wise is , Not ...
... mind to - morrow . Bring the flask , the music bring , Joy shall quickly find us ; Drink , and dance , and laugh , and sing , And cast dull care behind us . SONG XIV . CATO'S ADVICE . * WHAT Cato advises , most certainly wise is , Not ...
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... mind . What makes a man happy , I never can doubt , ' Tis something within him , and nothing without ; This something , they said , was the source of content , And , whatever they call'd it , ' twas wine that they meant . Without us ...
... mind . What makes a man happy , I never can doubt , ' Tis something within him , and nothing without ; This something , they said , was the source of content , And , whatever they call'd it , ' twas wine that they meant . Without us ...
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... minds them but dull philosophical fools ? For when I am old , and can no more drink , ' Tis time enough then for to sit down and think . ; ' Twas thus Alexander was tutor❜d in vain , For he thought Aristotle an ass for his pain ; His ...
... minds them but dull philosophical fools ? For when I am old , and can no more drink , ' Tis time enough then for to sit down and think . ; ' Twas thus Alexander was tutor❜d in vain , For he thought Aristotle an ass for his pain ; His ...
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... mind of the name of the dale ) For Alesbury's sake some pains I would take , And not bury the praise of a pot of good ale . " The more to procure me , then he did adjure me , If the ale I drank last were nappy and stale , To do it its ...
... mind of the name of the dale ) For Alesbury's sake some pains I would take , And not bury the praise of a pot of good ale . " The more to procure me , then he did adjure me , If the ale I drank last were nappy and stale , To do it its ...
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... mind and the good it doth find , Not only the body so feeble and frail ; For body and soul may bless the black bowl , Since both are beholden to a pot of good ale . For when heaviness the mind doth oppress , And sorrow and grief the ...
... mind and the good it doth find , Not only the body so feeble and frail ; For body and soul may bless the black bowl , Since both are beholden to a pot of good ale . For when heaviness the mind doth oppress , And sorrow and grief the ...
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ANACREON Andrew Barton Bacchus BALLAD beauty blessings bold bower bowl boys brave bumper call'd cheer claret Comus crown dame dear death delight Derry doth dragon DRAGON OF WANTLEY drank drink Earl Douglas Earl Percy England eyes fair fear fight foes friendship gallant give glass gold grace grave grief hand happy HARRY CAREY hast hath head heart Henry honour hundred JAMES PLUMPTRE Johny Armstrong king lady land little Musgrave live lord maid merry mind mirth ne'er never night noble o'er old cap peace Percy pleasure poor pray prince queen quoth R. B. SHERIDAN round sighs sing Sir Andrew slain SONG sorrow soul squire stormy winds Sweet William tears tell tempests thee there's thing thou art thou shalt Tis wine true Twill unto vicar of Bray wife winds do blow wise
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Էջ 137 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Էջ 162 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Էջ 135 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. "Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Էջ 215 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Էջ 216 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Էջ 108 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Էջ 378 - Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain; But since of late, Elizabeth And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
Էջ 19 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their decline: Thine's a summer, mine's no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
Էջ 214 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Էջ 215 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.