The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English. Reprinted from the 14th Ed, Volumen2 |
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arms beauty believe beſt bonny bright bring charms cou'd court cry'd dear delight divine drink e'er eyes face fair fall fate fear firſt give gone grace green grow hand happy head hear heart I'll joys kind king kiſs ladies laſt leave live looks lov'd lover maid meet merry mind morning moſt move muſt nature ne'er never night nymph o'er once pain paſſion pity plain play pleaſure poor pray prove roſe round ſaid ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſing ſoft ſome Song ſoon ſoul ſpeak ſpring ſtill ſuch ſwain ſweet tears tell thee There's theſe thing thoſe thou thought town trifle true vows Whoſe wife wine woman wou'd young youth
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Página 75 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Página 14 - Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Página 236 - Since laws were made, for every degree, To curb vice in others, as well as in me, I wonder we ha'n't better company Upon Tyburn tree. But gold, from law, can take out the sting ; And if rich men, like us, were to swing, 'Twould thin the land, such numbers to string Upon Tyburn tree.
Página 13 - OF all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Página 21 - twas a pleasure too great ; I listen'd, and cried when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe, She could dote on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve To forsake the fine folk of the town ; To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant would prove, Or go clad, like our maidens, in...
Página 150 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Página 235 - The modes of the court so common are grown, That a true friend can hardly be met; Friendship for interest is but a loan, Which they let out for what they can get.
Página 119 - Then up and crew the red, red cock, And up then crew the gray: "Tis time, tis time, my dear Margret, That you were going away.
Página 118 - O sweet Margret, O dear Margret, I pray thee speak to me; Give me my faith and troth, Margret, As I gave it to thee.
Página 166 - tis That, They cannot tell What, Why so many GREAT MEN of the Nation Should Aprons put on, To make themselves one With a Free and an Accepted MASON.
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| Título | The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English. Reprinted from the 14th Ed, Volumen2 The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English. Reprinted from the 14th Ed, Allan Ramsay |
| Autor | Allan Ramsay |
| Editor | J. Crum, 1871 |
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