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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 th ' adulteries
of art ; They strike mine eyes but not mine heart . This very fine song is found in ...
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 th ' adulteries
of art ; They strike mine eyes but not mine heart . This very fine song is found in ...
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Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft , To give my love good morrow . Wings from
the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I ' ll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing
, nightingale sing , To give my love good morrow , To give my love good ...
Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft , To give my love good morrow . Wings from
the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I ' ll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing
, nightingale sing , To give my love good morrow , To give my love good ...
Page 82
Give me more love , or more disdain ; The torrid or the frozen zone Brings equal
ease unto my pain ; The temperate affords me none : Either extreme , of love , or
hate , Is sweeter than a calm estate . Give me a storm ; if it be love , Like Danae in
...
Give me more love , or more disdain ; The torrid or the frozen zone Brings equal
ease unto my pain ; The temperate affords me none : Either extreme , of love , or
hate , Is sweeter than a calm estate . Give me a storm ; if it be love , Like Danae in
...
Page 146
Some men want youth , and others health , Some want a wife and some a punk ,
Some men want wit and others wealth ; But they want nothing that are drunk : ' Tis
wine , pure wine revives sad souls ; Therefore give us the cheering bowls .
Some men want youth , and others health , Some want a wife and some a punk ,
Some men want wit and others wealth ; But they want nothing that are drunk : ' Tis
wine , pure wine revives sad souls ; Therefore give us the cheering bowls .
Page 166
Who follows all ladies of pleasure , In pleasure is thought but a hog ; All the sex
cannot give so good measure Of joys as my sweet Molly Mog . ' I feel I ' m in love
to distraction , My senses all lost in a fog , Aud nothing can give satisfaction But ...
Who follows all ladies of pleasure , In pleasure is thought but a hog ; All the sex
cannot give so good measure Of joys as my sweet Molly Mog . ' I feel I ' m in love
to distraction , My senses all lost in a fog , Aud nothing can give satisfaction But ...
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Page 28 - 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 250 - 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 249 - 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 72 - 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 83 - 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 88 - 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 240 - 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 266 - 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 27 - 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 274 - 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!