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... London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-20, Volume 61720 |
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Pagina
... King Lud , 134 Now I'm resolv'd to Love no more 312 Not your Eyes Melania move me , 322 Now , now the Night's come , 349 Now Jockey and Moggy are ready , 350 0 H ! my Panting , panting Heart , Over the Mountains , ន គម 25 86 Oh Oh ...
... King Lud , 134 Now I'm resolv'd to Love no more 312 Not your Eyes Melania move me , 322 Now , now the Night's come , 349 Now Jockey and Moggy are ready , 350 0 H ! my Panting , panting Heart , Over the Mountains , ន គម 25 86 Oh Oh ...
Pagina
... King is gone to Oxon Town , 158 Tho ' I love and she knows it , 167 There was three Travellers , 177 Troy had a breed of brave 218 There's none so Pretty The Ordinance a - board 222 250 That scornful Sylvia's Chains 260 Tom Tinker's my ...
... King is gone to Oxon Town , 158 Tho ' I love and she knows it , 167 There was three Travellers , 177 Troy had a breed of brave 218 There's none so Pretty The Ordinance a - board 222 250 That scornful Sylvia's Chains 260 Tom Tinker's my ...
Pagina 3
... King De Profundis , instead of Te Deum . From their Dream of Success , They'll awaken we guess At the sound of Great Marlborough's Drums ; They may think if they will Of Almanza still , But ' tis Blenheim wherever he comes . O Lewis ...
... King De Profundis , instead of Te Deum . From their Dream of Success , They'll awaken we guess At the sound of Great Marlborough's Drums ; They may think if they will Of Almanza still , But ' tis Blenheim wherever he comes . O Lewis ...
Pagina 55
... Yet I shall gentle be : Kiss hand , and Mouth , and feel my Breast , And tickle to my Knee : I won't be put out of my rode , You shall not rumple my Commode . A A SONG in the Dramatick OPERA of KING ARTHUR . PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 55.
... Yet I shall gentle be : Kiss hand , and Mouth , and feel my Breast , And tickle to my Knee : I won't be put out of my rode , You shall not rumple my Commode . A A SONG in the Dramatick OPERA of KING ARTHUR . PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 55.
Pagina 56
... KING ARTHUR . Written by Mr. Dryden . DRYDEN . F AIREST Isle , all Isles excelling , Seat of pleasures , and of Love ; Venus here , will chuse her dwelling , And forsake her Cyprian Grove . Cu- Cupid from his fav'rite Nation , Care and ...
... KING ARTHUR . Written by Mr. Dryden . DRYDEN . F AIREST Isle , all Isles excelling , Seat of pleasures , and of Love ; Venus here , will chuse her dwelling , And forsake her Cyprian Grove . Cu- Cupid from his fav'rite Nation , Care and ...
Parole e frasi comuni
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA alass Banter'd Beauty blest Body bonny Boys brave Calia Canting Crew Charms CONJURING Book cou'd cry'd Cupid DANIEL PURCELL dear derry Dog of War doth Drink e'er ev'ry Eyes Fair fantastick Fate fear Fene Fool Fove give Gossip Foan green Broom happy happy's Haut-boys play Heart HENRY PURCELL huzza JAMES HART JOHN ECCLES Jolly kind King Kiss Ladies Lass let the Haut-boys live Lord lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid Marry merry ne'er never Night Nose Nymph o'er Pain Passion Phillis pity Play call'd play'd Pleasure poor pray prithee PURCELL Queen quoth scorn Shela Shepherd shou'd Sighs Sing Sir Hugh Smock SONG Soul Strephon Sung Swain sweet tell thee There's rare thou Toping Town Trumpets Tune Twas Twill undone us'd vext Whigs Whilst Wife Wine wou'd young
Brani popolari
Pagina 364 - Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be...
Pagina 87 - Be concealed from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him By having him...
Pagina 163 - Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! All other ills, though sharp they prove, Serve to refine, and perfect love: In absence, or unkind disdain, Sweet hope relieves the lover's pain.
Pagina 89 - LOVE would lend wings to follow, and will find out the way ! There is no striving to cross his intent ! There is no contriving, his plots to prevent ! But if once the message greet him, that his True Love doth stay ; If Death should come and meet him ; LOVE will find outtheway ! THE FAIRIES
Pagina 274 - Should foggy Opdam chance to know Our sad and dismal story ; The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe, And quit their fort at Goree : For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind ! With a fa, &c.
Pagina 364 - She could doat 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 Gray, Or live in a Cottage on Love? What tho' I have Skill to complain, Tho' the Muses my Temples have crown'd; What tho' when they hear my soft Strain, The Virgins sit weeping around.
Pagina 57 - Venus here will chuse her dwelling, And forsake her Cyprian groves. Cupid, from his fav'rite nation, Care and envy will remove; Jealousy that poisons passion, And despair that dies for love. Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Sighs that blow the fire of love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. Ev'ry swain shall pay his duty, Grateful ev'ry nymph shall prove ; And as these excel in beauty, Those shall be renown'd for love.
Pagina 363 - OHOSTS." .UISPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply ; And the brook, in return to his pain. Ran mournfully murmuring by. " Alas, silly swain that I was !" Thus sadly complaining, he cry'd, " When first I beheld that fair face, 'Twere better by far I had dy'd.
Pagina 364 - twas a pleasure too great. I listen'd and cry'd, when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ? How foolish was I to believe She could doat 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...