Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 Seiten |
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... there grows Drink to me only with thine Eyes . D'ye mind me ? I once was a Sailor Fain would I love , but that I fear . Fair flower ! fair flower ! · Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design Fair Rosalind in woful wise . Fair , sweet ...
... there grows Drink to me only with thine Eyes . D'ye mind me ? I once was a Sailor Fain would I love , but that I fear . Fair flower ! fair flower ! · Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design Fair Rosalind in woful wise . Fair , sweet ...
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... there blows . Giles Fletcher Love in my Bosom like a Bee · Thomas Lodge . • Love me little - love me long Love not · Lustily , lustily , let us sail forth Master Abraham Newland's May never was the Month of Love Merrily rolls the mill ...
... there blows . Giles Fletcher Love in my Bosom like a Bee · Thomas Lodge . • Love me little - love me long Love not · Lustily , lustily , let us sail forth Master Abraham Newland's May never was the Month of Love Merrily rolls the mill ...
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... there never was yet so pretty a thing Oh , take me to your arms , my love Oh , the sweet Contentment · Old Tubal Cain was a man of might On a hill there grows a flower • On Richmond Hill there lives a lass Once did my Thoughts both ebb ...
... there never was yet so pretty a thing Oh , take me to your arms , my love Oh , the sweet Contentment · Old Tubal Cain was a man of might On a hill there grows a flower • On Richmond Hill there lives a lass Once did my Thoughts both ebb ...
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... There is a Garden in her face There ne'er was a name so handed There was an old man , and though There was a jolly Miller There was a jolly Tinker There was a jovial Beggar There was never nothing more me pain'd There's a good time ...
... There is a Garden in her face There ne'er was a name so handed There was an old man , and though There was a jolly Miller There was a jolly Tinker There was a jovial Beggar There was never nothing more me pain'd There's a good time ...
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... there are people who somewhat overrate the value and importance of songs , and who repeat the phrase made popular by Fletcher of Saltoun , that the song - writer has more influence upon the minds of the people than the law - maker ...
... there are people who somewhat overrate the value and importance of songs , and who repeat the phrase made popular by Fletcher of Saltoun , that the song - writer has more influence upon the minds of the people than the law - maker ...
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Songs of England. the Book of English Songs, Ed. by C. MacKay England Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abraham Newland ancient Bacchus ballads beauty born boys brave British grenadiers CHARLES DIBDIN CHARLES MACKAY charms chase cheer cold Crazy Jane cuckoo dance delight died doth drink England English melody eyes fair fear foes glee glory Hark Harry Carey hath heart Hearts of oak heav'n his soul heaven High trolollie hope horn hounds hunting JOHN jolly king kiss'd ladies land lass leather bottèl live Lord lover maid merrily merry mind morn music by Dr ne'er never night o'er old cap pleasure Poetry poor popular praise R. B. SHERIDAN Richmond Hill round row row Rule Britannia sail sailor ship sigh sing smile soldiers song Spanish Armada sport stanzas sung sweet Tally-ho tears tell thee There's thine Thomas Campbell thou true-love Twas Vicar of Bray wine wish in heav'n youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 55 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Seite 202 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast ; And bends the gallant mast my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Seite 150 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Seite 36 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Seite 88 - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 67 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Seite 201 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Seite 146 - 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.
Seite 43 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 178 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.