The goldfinch, being a collection of the most esteemed modern songs in the English languageJ. Gold, 1805 |
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الصفحة ii
... night in my garret I sat .. 238 B Behold from many a hostile shore ... Behold the man that is unlucky ... Begone dull care ...... By the gaily circling glass .. Bright Chanticleer proclaims the morn . Blow high , blow low , let tempests ...
... night in my garret I sat .. 238 B Behold from many a hostile shore ... Behold the man that is unlucky ... Begone dull care ...... By the gaily circling glass .. Bright Chanticleer proclaims the morn . Blow high , blow low , let tempests ...
الصفحة vii
... night as gay Bacchus a nymph was pursuing 218 Of all the words in lexicon ..... 226 Of all the girls in our town ...... 233 O ! Logie of Buchan , O ! Logie the laird .. 240 Oh ! where is your Highland laddie gone . Oft as on Thames ...
... night as gay Bacchus a nymph was pursuing 218 Of all the words in lexicon ..... 226 Of all the girls in our town ...... 233 O ! Logie of Buchan , O ! Logie the laird .. 240 Oh ! where is your Highland laddie gone . Oft as on Thames ...
الصفحة ix
... night , the twinkling stars ..... 159 ' Twas post meridian , half past four .... ..162 ' Twas near a rock within a bay ...... .165 The moon had climb'd the highest hill .. .184 To Comus's Hall we choice spirits invite ......... 189 The ...
... night , the twinkling stars ..... 159 ' Twas post meridian , half past four .... ..162 ' Twas near a rock within a bay ...... .165 The moon had climb'd the highest hill .. .184 To Comus's Hall we choice spirits invite ......... 189 The ...
الصفحة 3
... night Veils his for ever . On yon green bed of moss there lies my child , Oh ! safer lies from these chill'd arms apart , He sleeps , sweet lamb ! nor heeds the tempest wild , Oh ! sweeter sleeps than near this breaking heart . Alas ...
... night Veils his for ever . On yon green bed of moss there lies my child , Oh ! safer lies from these chill'd arms apart , He sleeps , sweet lamb ! nor heeds the tempest wild , Oh ! sweeter sleeps than near this breaking heart . Alas ...
الصفحة 9
... night when all the crew The mem'ry of their former lives O'er flowing cans of flip renew , And drink their sweethearts and their wives , I'll heave a sigh , and think on thee ; And as the ship rolls through the sea , The burden of my ...
... night when all the crew The mem'ry of their former lives O'er flowing cans of flip renew , And drink their sweethearts and their wives , I'll heave a sigh , and think on thee ; And as the ship rolls through the sea , The burden of my ...
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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
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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.