The goldfinch, being a collection of the most esteemed modern songs in the English languageJ. Gold, 1805 |
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... was turning ... A woman is like to - but stay . A plague on those musty old lubbers .. A rose from her bosom had stray'd . As health , rosy health .. 8 38 39 45 65 50 54 66 ..100 110 144 PAGE At early dawn , from humble cot , A.
... was turning ... A woman is like to - but stay . A plague on those musty old lubbers .. A rose from her bosom had stray'd . As health , rosy health .. 8 38 39 45 65 50 54 66 ..100 110 144 PAGE At early dawn , from humble cot , A.
الصفحة 3
... bosom to thy forked fire , Let it but guide me to Alonzo's grave ! O'er his pale corse then while thy lightnings glare I'll press his clay - cold limbs , and perish there . But thou wilt wake again , my boy , Again thou❜lt rise to life ...
... bosom to thy forked fire , Let it but guide me to Alonzo's grave ! O'er his pale corse then while thy lightnings glare I'll press his clay - cold limbs , and perish there . But thou wilt wake again , my boy , Again thou❜lt rise to life ...
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... bosom void of guile , Who wonder'd and admir'd thee ; Igo - assur'd - my life ! adieu , Though thund'ring cannons rattle , Though murd'ring carnage stalk in view , When on the wings of thy true love , To heaven above , & c . BEHOLD ...
... bosom void of guile , Who wonder'd and admir'd thee ; Igo - assur'd - my life ! adieu , Though thund'ring cannons rattle , Though murd'ring carnage stalk in view , When on the wings of thy true love , To heaven above , & c . BEHOLD ...
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... bosoms , alas ! to the wind , And hasten'd the ship from the shore , When a breeze springing up to the lovers unkind , Poor Sam saw his Sally no more . For seven long winters a sad widow'd wife , Fond hope his long absence supply'd ; At ...
... bosoms , alas ! to the wind , And hasten'd the ship from the shore , When a breeze springing up to the lovers unkind , Poor Sam saw his Sally no more . For seven long winters a sad widow'd wife , Fond hope his long absence supply'd ; At ...
الصفحة 21
... thine , Think not thy grief can equal mine ; Hope may thy vanish'd bloom restore ; I sigh for him who lives no more ! The The youth for whom thy bosom sighs , Shall oft THE GOLDFINCH . 21 Sweet maid, I hear thy frequent sigh.
... thine , Think not thy grief can equal mine ; Hope may thy vanish'd bloom restore ; I sigh for him who lives no more ! The The youth for whom thy bosom sighs , Shall oft THE GOLDFINCH . 21 Sweet maid, I hear thy frequent sigh.
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Abraham Newland agog aye a kissing beats beauty blithe boatswain bonny bosom brave Britons call'd charms chase cheer crew cries croppies cry'd d'ye dangers dear deck delight Dick Dawson drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair fancy fate fear gale girl grog happy Hark heart Here's Highland laddie honour horn hounds Jack jolly jovial joys King lal lal lal land landmen lass laugh look'd lov'd lover lubbers maid merry mild ale mind morn Nancy ne'er never night o'er Peggy Perkins pleas'd pleasure Poll poor poor Jack pretty Sally Reynard roar rose round sail sailors shore sigh sing smile song sorrow soul spinning wheel storm sweet swigg'd swore Tally Tally ho tars tears thee thou thro toast toil true true blue twas vex'd wife winds wine wonnot wou'd young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 95 - HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For Death has broached him to. His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft.
الصفحة 188 - And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for Tomorrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too As the sunshine or rain may prevail ; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail : A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game...
الصفحة 169 - I've let lodgings ten years, — I'ma baker to boot; " In airing your sheets, sir, my wife is no sloven; " And your bed is immediately — over my oven." "The oven!!!" — says Will ;— says the host, "Why this passion ? " In that excellent bed died three people of fashion.
الصفحة 184 - The moon had climbed the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree; When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When, soft and low, a voice was heard, Saying, 'Mary, weep no more for me!
الصفحة 216 - Cupid from his favourite 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. Every swain shall pay his duty, Grateful every nymph shall prove; And as these excel in beauty, Those shall be renown'd for love.
الصفحة 198 - Your charms would make me true. To you no soul shall bear deceit, No stranger offer wrong; But friends in all the aged you'll meet, And lovers in the young.
الصفحة 234 - I'm drest all in my best To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master carries me to church. And often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
الصفحة 62 - But now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair: And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly; Ah, many's the time and oft! But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft.
الصفحة 246 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
الصفحة 234 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.