Wit and Mirth; Or, Pills to Purge Melancholy: Being a Collection of the Best Merry Ballads and Songs, Old and New. Fitted to All Humours, Having Each Their Proper Tune for Either Voice, Or Instrument; Most of the Songs Being New Set ...Thomas D'Urfey 1719 |
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Pagina
... late on Windsor , My dear Cock adoodle , N Now , Cannon smoke Elouds all , now comes on the glorious , Now over England Joy to express , Now some Years are gone , Near famous Covent - Garden , Now is the Sun , 232 308 27 59 116 118 143 ...
... late on Windsor , My dear Cock adoodle , N Now , Cannon smoke Elouds all , now comes on the glorious , Now over England Joy to express , Now some Years are gone , Near famous Covent - Garden , Now is the Sun , 232 308 27 59 116 118 143 ...
Pagina
... late the Barons sate , Says Roger to Will , both our Teams , Sylvander royal by his Birth , Sawney was tall , and of noble Race , 123 241 248 313 315 40 88 151 158 189 196 197 213 226 1231 234 317 The T HE Glorious Day is come , The old ...
... late the Barons sate , Says Roger to Will , both our Teams , Sylvander royal by his Birth , Sawney was tall , and of noble Race , 123 241 248 313 315 40 88 151 158 189 196 197 213 226 1231 234 317 The T HE Glorious Day is come , The old ...
Pagina 1
... late famous Mr. HENRY PURCELL ; which , by reason of their great Length , are not Printed in this Book , but may be found at the Musick Booksellers singly , or in his Or- pheus Brittannicus ; performing in the Tune all the Degrees of ...
... late famous Mr. HENRY PURCELL ; which , by reason of their great Length , are not Printed in this Book , but may be found at the Musick Booksellers singly , or in his Or- pheus Brittannicus ; performing in the Tune all the Degrees of ...
Pagina 17
... Late by fam'd Augusta ran ; Posting to the Ocean they To great Neptune seem'd to pray To send in the happy Tide . Haughty grown , they seem'd to slight Ancient Humber , Sabrine fair , Boasting , now they were to bear Such a blest , and ...
... Late by fam'd Augusta ran ; Posting to the Ocean they To great Neptune seem'd to pray To send in the happy Tide . Haughty grown , they seem'd to slight Ancient Humber , Sabrine fair , Boasting , now they were to bear Such a blest , and ...
Pagina 20
... , She bragg'd they shou'd soon have King JŞ again , Tho ' her Spouse was late hang'd for the Plot ; The French would come over , And land here at Dover , And And all as they wish'd , would be ; The 20 SONGS Compleat ,
... , She bragg'd they shou'd soon have King JŞ again , Tho ' her Spouse was late hang'd for the Plot ; The French would come over , And land here at Dover , And And all as they wish'd , would be ; The 20 SONGS Compleat ,
Parole e frasi comuni
agen agree Amyntas Bagington Beauty Blessing blest blow Blowzabella Bongrace bonny Boys brave Britains call'd charming Chorus common Shrew Court Croakledom Crown cry'd Gillian Curchy Daniel Purcell dear ding Divine Don Quixote drink e'er Eugene fair fam'd Fame fantastick Fate fear flowry Spring Fockey Fool Gillian of Croydon give Glorious Glory happy hast Heart Henry Purcell Honour John Blow jolly King Lady Lass late Lord lov'd Love Mammon Marlborough Mars merry mighty Mounsieur Muses Musick Musidora ne'er never Night o'er Orph Peace pish Play Pleasure pow'r pretty Prince Queen Queen Ann renown'd Royal Ruffdom Satyr Sawney shew shine shou'd sighing sing vive SONG Soul Spleen Stoolball Sung sweet There's thou toping Tories Town Tune Twangdillo Twas vex'd vive le Roy Whiggs Whilst wou'd Yogh young
Brani popolari
Pagina 313 - Sighing to himself and crying, Wretched I to love in vain; Ever scorning and denying, To reward your faithful Swain: Kiss me, Dear, before my Dying, Kiss me once and ease my pain.
Pagina 135 - Couch' d in the dark and silent grave, No ills of fate thou now canst fear ; In vain would tyrant power enslave, Or scornful beauty be severe. Wars that do fatal storms disperse, Far from thy happy mansion keep ; Earthquakes that shake the universe, Can't rock thee into sounder sleep. With all the charms of peace possest, Secure from life's tormentor, pain ; Sleep, and indulge thyself with rest, Nor dream thou e'er shalt rise again.
Pagina 2 - My pulse beats a dead march for lost repose, And to a solid lump of ice my poor fond heart is froze. Or say, ye powers, my peace to crown, Shall I thaw myself, and drown 25 Among the foaming billows'?
Pagina 117 - Would you have a young Virgin of fifteen Years, You must tickle her Fancy with sweets and dears, Ever toying, and playing, and sweetly, sweetly, Sing a Love Sonnet, and charm her Ears: Wittily, prettily talk her down, Chase her, and praise her, if fair or brown, Sooth her, and smooth her, And teaze her, and please her, And touch but her Smicket, and all's your own. A good deal subtler is the transformation of Durfey's song in The Country Wake, called "The Mouse Trap.
Pagina 135 - Couch'd in the dark and silent grave, No ills of fate thou now canst fear ; In vain would tyrant Power enslave, Or scornful Beauty be severe. Wars, that do fatal storms disperse, Far from thy happy mansion keep ; Earthquakes, that shake the universe, Can't rock thee into sounder sleep. With all the charms of peace possest, Secure from life's torment or pain, Sleep, and indulge thyself with rest ; Nor dream thou e'er shalt rise again*.
Pagina 317 - Match by long delaying ; The Gelding just now was led over the Course ; I think the Devil's in you for staying. Run, and endeavour all to bubble the Sporters ; Bets may recover all lost at the Groom Porters ; Follow, follow, follow, follow, come down to the Ditch, Take the odds, and then you'll be rich. " For I'll have the brown Bay, if the blew Bonnet ride, And hold a thousand pounds of his side, Sir ; Dragon would...
Pagina 161 - And to shew his shape doth cringe and scrape, But nothing has to say ; Or if the courtship's fine, He'll only cant and whine, And in confounded poetry, He'll goblins make divine ; I love the bold and brave, I hate the fawning slave, That quakes, and...
Pagina 285 - ... safely past the Rhine, And conquer'd all before him. With dull tea they fought in vain. Hopeless vict'ry to obtain ; Where sprightly wine fills ev'ry vein, Success must needs attend him. Our brains (like our cannons) warm, With often-firing feels no harm, While the sober sot flies the alarm, No lawrel can befriend him. Christians thus with conquest crown'd, Conquest with the glass goes round, Weak coffee can't keep its ground Against the force of claret : Whilst we give them thus the foil, And...
Pagina 317 - I'll have the brown Bay, if the blew bonnet ride, And hold a thousand Pounds of his side. Sir ; Dragon would scow'r • it, but Dragon grows old ; He cannot endure it, he cannot, he wonnot ' now run it. As lately he could : Age, age does hinder the Speed, Sir. Now, now, now they come on, and see, See the Horse lead the way still ; Three lengths before at the turning...