The songs of England and Scotland1835 |
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... drinking song , but it is the best , and save a phrase or two might be sung with good effect in the present day . Were our musicians to turn more frequently to our best Anthologies , their talent and their ingenuity might be better ...
... drinking song , but it is the best , and save a phrase or two might be sung with good effect in the present day . Were our musicians to turn more frequently to our best Anthologies , their talent and their ingenuity might be better ...
Page xxx
... Drink to me only with thine eyes , ' and ' Oh do not wanton with those eyes , ' are the richest gems of this collection , fanci- ful , elegant , and refined . There is much sweetness and beauty about the lyrics of both Beaumont and ...
... Drink to me only with thine eyes , ' and ' Oh do not wanton with those eyes , ' are the richest gems of this collection , fanci- ful , elegant , and refined . There is much sweetness and beauty about the lyrics of both Beaumont and ...
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... drinking or convivial songs in the English language , songs which may be sung- When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames- the Scotch have got the better of their Southern neighbours in this respect ; there are no ...
... drinking or convivial songs in the English language , songs which may be sung- When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames- the Scotch have got the better of their Southern neighbours in this respect ; there are no ...
Page xxxvi
... drinking compositions , and when honest Harry , as Ritson delights to call him , des- cended into such strains as Zeno , Plato , Aristotle , All were lovers of the bottle , his little talent was lost in mere balderdash . Of martial , or ...
... drinking compositions , and when honest Harry , as Ritson delights to call him , des- cended into such strains as Zeno , Plato , Aristotle , All were lovers of the bottle , his little talent was lost in mere balderdash . Of martial , or ...
Page xxxvii
... drink to him only with her eyes , will be admired as long as beauty has a lip , and gallantry is an ornament to man . In the present collection of Songs it has been the desire of the Editor , not so much to please anti- quarian readers ...
... drink to him only with her eyes , will be admired as long as beauty has a lip , and gallantry is an ornament to man . In the present collection of Songs it has been the desire of the Editor , not so much to please anti- quarian readers ...
Common terms and phrases
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang Amynta auld ballad beauty BEN JONSON birds blest bliss bloom bonnie lassie Born bosom bower braes braw breast breath bright cauld charms cheek dear doth drink e'er EDMUND WALLER eyes fair flowers frae gentle glen grace green gudeman hame HARRY CAREY heart hills JAMES HOGG JOHN JOHN DRYDEN kiss Kytt lady lass lips live lo'e Lord lov'd love's lover maid mair MATTHEW PRIOR maun merry ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pleasure Poems poet printed R. B. SHERIDAN Ramsay Ritson ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL rose says Scotland Scottish Songs shepherd sigh sing smile soft sorrow soul sung swain sweet Tea Table Miscellany tears tell tender thee There's thine THOMAS CAREW thou thought thro verses weel Willie wind young youth
Popular passages
Page 30 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee...
Page 242 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 241 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Page 74 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 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,...
Page 85 - 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. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time...
Page 90 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Page 232 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 258 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 29 - 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 266 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave!