The Bagford Ballads: Illustrating the Last Years of the Stuarts, 第 2 篇Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth Ballad Society, 1878 - 1131 頁 |
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第 446 頁
... eye . So boldly from all Government you fly , That with your dirty , frothy , hair - brain'd Pen , You lash our Kings , even like our Common men . Touch not the Lords Anointed , it is said ; But when with Ale and Beer you're muddy made ...
... eye . So boldly from all Government you fly , That with your dirty , frothy , hair - brain'd Pen , You lash our Kings , even like our Common men . Touch not the Lords Anointed , it is said ; But when with Ale and Beer you're muddy made ...
第 447 頁
... eyes , Ev'n like a Paraketto to the Skies : 44 48 52 56 60 69 They'l walk demurely , chatter like a Saint , Their language is so zealous , smooth and quaint , You wou'd not think that they cou'd act ought ill , Much less that they their ...
... eyes , Ev'n like a Paraketto to the Skies : 44 48 52 56 60 69 They'l walk demurely , chatter like a Saint , Their language is so zealous , smooth and quaint , You wou'd not think that they cou'd act ought ill , Much less that they their ...
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... Eyes do kill . By Aphra Behn There was a maid , and she went to the mill . By Edward Roome and Sir William Yonge . • There is one black and sullen hour . By Tom D'Urfey Ah , cruel bloody Fate ! what can'st thou now do more ? 529 538 By ...
... Eyes do kill . By Aphra Behn There was a maid , and she went to the mill . By Edward Roome and Sir William Yonge . • There is one black and sullen hour . By Tom D'Urfey Ah , cruel bloody Fate ! what can'st thou now do more ? 529 538 By ...
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... eyes , with a fa la & c . My bonny lad , quoth Jenny so free , What am I better for loving thee Since thou wilt be gone and cares not for me , with a fa la & c . Ther's men enough else , and let thee remain , Therefore I wish thee tarry ...
... eyes , with a fa la & c . My bonny lad , quoth Jenny so free , What am I better for loving thee Since thou wilt be gone and cares not for me , with a fa la & c . Ther's men enough else , and let thee remain , Therefore I wish thee tarry ...
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... Eyes like Chrystal Fountains flow ? Sure no , the Grief and Sorrow which we feel. Du the Death of the Right Worshipfull [ This cut in the original stands to the left. An Elegy on Sir T. Pilkington . 489 An Elegy on Sir Thomas Pilkington ...
... Eyes like Chrystal Fountains flow ? Sure no , the Grief and Sorrow which we feel. Du the Death of the Right Worshipfull [ This cut in the original stands to the left. An Elegy on Sir T. Pilkington . 489 An Elegy on Sir Thomas Pilkington ...
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第 491 頁 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
第 808 頁 - I live a rent-charge on his providence. But you, whom every Muse and Grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains ; and, oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue, But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express ; You merit more, nor could my love do less.
第 880 頁 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
第 638 頁 - No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends!
第 665 頁 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
第 468 頁 - Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But . teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
第 638 頁 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!
第 709 頁 - Malice Defeated: or a brief relation of the accusation and deliverance of Elizabeth Cellier...
第 728 頁 - So he was put to the torture, which in Scotland they call the boots ; for they put a pair of iron boots close on the leg, and drive wedges between these and the leg. The common torture was only to drive these in the calf of the leg : but I have been told they were sometimes driven upon the shin bone.
第 811 頁 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.