Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works...L. Relfe, 1827 - 250 psl. |
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... disdain , But beauty with her wanton face , Stands to defend the case , is plain ; And at the bar of sweet delight , She pleads that fancy must be right . But shame will not have reason yield , Though grief do swear it shall be so , As ...
... disdain , But beauty with her wanton face , Stands to defend the case , is plain ; And at the bar of sweet delight , She pleads that fancy must be right . But shame will not have reason yield , Though grief do swear it shall be so , As ...
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... DISDAIN OF LOVE . HEY down a down , did Dian sing , Amongst her virgins sitting , Than love there is no vainer thing For maidens most unfitting ; And so think I , With a down , down derry . When women knew no woe , But lived themselves ...
... DISDAIN OF LOVE . HEY down a down , did Dian sing , Amongst her virgins sitting , Than love there is no vainer thing For maidens most unfitting ; And so think I , With a down , down derry . When women knew no woe , But lived themselves ...
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... love's long pain , Procur'd by beauty's long disdain . Come away , come sweet love ! The golden morning wastes ; While the sun , from his sphere His fiery arrows casts , Making all the shadows fly , Playing , staying in.
... love's long pain , Procur'd by beauty's long disdain . Come away , come sweet love ! The golden morning wastes ; While the sun , from his sphere His fiery arrows casts , Making all the shadows fly , Playing , staying in.
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... disdain A captive's captive to remain ! When new desires had conquer'd thee , And chang'd the object of thy will ; It had been lethargy in me , Not constancy , to love thee still : Yea , it had been a sin to go And prostitute affection ...
... disdain A captive's captive to remain ! When new desires had conquer'd thee , And chang'd the object of thy will ; It had been lethargy in me , Not constancy , to love thee still : Yea , it had been a sin to go And prostitute affection ...
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... Disdain doth make her coy . Such is the peace that lovers find , Such is the life they lead ; Blown here and there with every wind , Like flowers in the mead ; Now war , now peace , now war again , Desire , despair , delight , disdain ...
... Disdain doth make her coy . Such is the peace that lovers find , Such is the life they lead ; Blown here and there with every wind , Like flowers in the mead ; Now war , now peace , now war again , Desire , despair , delight , disdain ...
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Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Acarce Works Thomas Lyle Peržiūra negalima - 2008 |
Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works Thomas Lyle Peržiūra negalima - 1973 |
Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works Peržiūra negalima - 2019 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ABERDEEN CANTUS adieu alace Anne hath Anne Hathaway auld wife Ballad beauty beauty's BEN JOHNSON Billy boy birds blooming blush bonnie lassie born bosom bower breath bright cheek cuckoo Cupid darling dear delight despair disdain doth Dunoon England's Helicon eyes fair fancy flowers fond foregoing frae glen grace green grief grove haste heart heaven Heigh-ho hope JOHN LYLY kiss lady lass Lauderdale lips live Lord Lord Delaware love good-morrow love's lover lusty maid mind morn muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er pain pale poet poetry Poor auld maidens pretty Queen RICHARD LOVELACE rose round Rowallan ROWALLAN'S POEMS says Scottish sigh sing SIR WILLIAM MURE smile song Sonnets sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet love tears thee thine THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MORLEY thou three ravens tree wanton weep wild wind WIND-FLOWER winter young
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57 psl. - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
78 psl. - Go, lovely Rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be.
30 psl. - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
72 psl. - 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?
34 psl. - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
32 psl. - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
52 psl. - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
50 psl. - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
34 psl. - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
73 psl. - He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.