The humming bird. A collection of the most celebrated English and Scots songs1785 |
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第 266 頁
... o'er the lawn young Sandy tripp d As o'er the varied meads 1 ftray Afpafia rolls her sparkling eyes , As paffing by a fhady grove At Totterdown bill there dwelt an old pair 35 A twelve - month and more I had courted young 170 At Windfor ...
... o'er the lawn young Sandy tripp d As o'er the varied meads 1 ftray Afpafia rolls her sparkling eyes , As paffing by a fhady grove At Totterdown bill there dwelt an old pair 35 A twelve - month and more I had courted young 170 At Windfor ...
第 11 頁
... o'er mountain 243 Now Phabus finketh in the weft 215 Now pleasure unbounded refounds 220 Now's the time for mirth ... O'er defart plains and ruthy meers 253 O'er moorlands and mountains rude 375 O'er the lawns , up the hills as with ...
... o'er mountain 243 Now Phabus finketh in the weft 215 Now pleasure unbounded refounds 220 Now's the time for mirth ... O'er defart plains and ruthy meers 253 O'er moorlands and mountains rude 375 O'er the lawns , up the hills as with ...
第 14 頁
... o'er , Altæon fought a feat The court is a fountain of honour and fame The crimson morn bids hence the night The dusky night rides down the sky 397 The morning fresh , the fun in eaft 156 343 8 363 387 The morning is charming , all ...
... o'er , Altæon fought a feat The court is a fountain of honour and fame The crimson morn bids hence the night The dusky night rides down the sky 397 The morning fresh , the fun in eaft 156 343 8 363 387 The morning is charming , all ...
第 15 頁
... o'er The wanton god , who pierces hearts 63 Tis not my Patty's Sparkling eyes 250 272 Tis not the liquid brightnefs of those eyes 193 The whiffling ploughman hails the blushing The winter's dreary fcene is o'er The woodlark whifles ...
... o'er The wanton god , who pierces hearts 63 Tis not my Patty's Sparkling eyes 250 272 Tis not the liquid brightnefs of those eyes 193 The whiffling ploughman hails the blushing The winter's dreary fcene is o'er The woodlark whifles ...
第 xvii 頁
... o'er the green When Fanny to woman was growing When firft an Arragonian maid When first Aurora gilds the eastern hills When firft I faw my Delia's face When firft I faw thee graceful move When first I fought fair Celia's love When firft ...
... o'er the green When Fanny to woman was growing When firft an Arragonian maid When first Aurora gilds the eastern hills When firft I faw my Delia's face When firft I faw thee graceful move When first I fought fair Celia's love When firft ...
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第 176 頁 - She cast not back a pitying eye: But left her lover in despair To sigh, to languish, and to die: Ah ! how can those fair eyes endure To give the wounds they will not cure ? Great God of Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land?
第 256 頁 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bower I have labour'd to rear; Not a shrub that I heard her admire.
第 256 頁 - With the lilac to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves. What strains of wild melody flow!
第 288 頁 - A breath to beauty's bloom unkind, As, to the rofe, an Eaftern wind. The nymph reply'd — You firft, my fwain, Confine your fonnets to the plain ; One envious tongue alike difarms, You, of your wit, me, of my charms. What is, unknown, the poet's...
第 316 頁 - Truth, they say, lies in a well, Why, I vow I ne'er could see; Let the water-drinkers tell, There it always lay for me. For when sparkling wine went round, Never saw I falsehood's mask; But still honest truth I found In the bottom of each flask. True, at length my vigour's flown, I have years to bring decay; Few the locks that now I own, And the few I have are grey.
第 309 頁 - How can they say that nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then, beneath the water, Should hideous rocks remain ? No eyes the rocks discover That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep.
第 319 頁 - God save our gracious King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
第 214 頁 - SHALL I, like a hermit, dwell, On a rock, or in a cell, Calling home the smallest part That is missing of my heart, To bestow it where I may Meet a rival every day ? If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be...
第 189 頁 - Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes, That swim with pleasure and delight, Nor those heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade their light: 'Tis not that hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face; Now straying round the forehead, now behind Retiring with insidious grace.
第 168 頁 - CELIA'S love, And ev'ry charm was new, I fwore by all the gods above , To be for ever true. But long in vain did I adore, Long wept and figh'd in vain, She ftill protefted, vow'd, and fwore, She ne'er would eafe my pain. At laft o'ercomc me made me bleft, And yielded all her charms, And I forfook her when pofleft, And fled to others arms.