Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 pages |
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... Sigh no more , Ladies • Since Wedlock's in vogue Since our foes do invade us . Since the first dawn of Reason Sing a sweet melodious measure Sing ! Who Sings Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight Some talk of Alexander , and some Hercules ...
... Sigh no more , Ladies • Since Wedlock's in vogue Since our foes do invade us . Since the first dawn of Reason Sing a sweet melodious measure Sing ! Who Sings Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight Some talk of Alexander , and some Hercules ...
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... sigh'd , " Alas what aileth me , To love and set my wealth so light On him that loveth not me ? Alas , the while ! Was I not well void of all pain , When that nothing me griev'd ? And now with sorrows I must complain , And cannot be ...
... sigh'd , " Alas what aileth me , To love and set my wealth so light On him that loveth not me ? Alas , the while ! Was I not well void of all pain , When that nothing me griev'd ? And now with sorrows I must complain , And cannot be ...
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... sighs have wasted so my breath , That I lie at the point of death , - I call to mind the navy great That the Greeks brought to Troy town ; And how the boisterous winds did beat Their ships , and rent their sails adown ; Till Agamemnon's ...
... sighs have wasted so my breath , That I lie at the point of death , - I call to mind the navy great That the Greeks brought to Troy town ; And how the boisterous winds did beat Their ships , and rent their sails adown ; Till Agamemnon's ...
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... sighing cries Hey ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting ; A heaven has made it of a kind Not well - nor full , nor fasting . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies ; If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Hey ho ! SIGH ...
... sighing cries Hey ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting ; A heaven has made it of a kind Not well - nor full , nor fasting . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies ; If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Hey ho ! SIGH ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 88 - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.