Airs to the songs

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F. C. and J. Rivington, 1813
 

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Pagina 12 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Pagina 289 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Pagina 296 - Oberon, in fairy land, The king of ghosts and shadows there, Mad Robin I, at his command, Am sent to view the night-sports here. What revel rout Is kept about, In every corner where I go, I will o'ersee, And merry be, And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho...
Pagina 283 - ... the year, For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge, For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lirra chants, With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Pagina 31 - YE shepherds, give ear to my lay, And take no more heed of my sheep; They have nothing to do but to stray ; I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do...
Pagina 142 - William, who high upon the yard Rocked with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard He sighed, and cast his eyes below : The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark...
Pagina 30 - s fairer than you can believe. With her mien she enamours the brave ; With her wit she engages the free ; With her modesty pleases the grave; She is every way pleasing to me.
Pagina 60 - OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest, Love will find out the way.
Pagina 114 - MY days have been so wondrous free, The little birds that fly With careless ease from tree to tree, Were but as bless'd as I. Ask gliding waters, if a tear Of mine increas'd their stream ? Or ask the flying gales, if e'er I lent one sigh to them ? But now my former days retire, And I'm by beauty caught, The tender chains of sweet desire Are fix'd upon my thought. Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines ! Ye swains that haunt the grove ! Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds!
Pagina 285 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

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