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English lyrics. XXXVI . AMIENS ' SONG . II . LOW , blow , thou winter wind , BLOW , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing ...
English lyrics. XXXVI . AMIENS ' SONG . II . LOW , blow , thou winter wind , BLOW , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing ...
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... banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount lark aloft , To give my love good - morrow . Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing ; To give 90 ENGLISH LYRICS .
... banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount lark aloft , To give my love good - morrow . Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing ; To give 90 ENGLISH LYRICS .
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... nature called for aid , And hovering death prepared the blow , His vigorous remedy displayed The power of art without the show . In misery's darkest cavern known , His useful care was 180 ENGLISH LYRICS . Samuel Johnson.
... nature called for aid , And hovering death prepared the blow , His vigorous remedy displayed The power of art without the show . In misery's darkest cavern known , His useful care was 180 ENGLISH LYRICS . Samuel Johnson.
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... Blow high , blow low , let tempests tear The main - mast by the board . CXXXI . WILLIAM BLAKE , 1757-1827 . SONG . WOW CHARLES DIBDIN . 191.
... Blow high , blow low , let tempests tear The main - mast by the board . CXXXI . WILLIAM BLAKE , 1757-1827 . SONG . WOW CHARLES DIBDIN . 191.
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... blow ; While the battle rages loud and long , And the stormy winds do blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson ...
... blow ; While the battle rages loud and long , And the stormy winds do blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson ...
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adieu Love Anthony Wood beauty BEN JONSON best fits birds blow breast breath bright brow cold County Guy Cymbeline Cynthia's Revels dead dear death delight doth earth England's Helicon eyes fancy fear fits a little flowers give gone grave hath heart heaven Honour lady leaves light live look love anew Love's lovers Lucasta lulla lullaby lyric maid Master Constable Melicertus mind morning ne'er never Nice Valour night nonny numbers o'er old familiar faces pain Phillada flouts Phillis pity poem Queen roses Sally shine sighs sight sing Sir Walter Scott sleep smile SONG sorrow soul spring stars tears tell thee thine things Thomas Dekker Thomas Farnaby thou art thou dost Thou hast Thou lovest amiss thought toil unto untrue Love verse wanton waves weep William Haughton winds wings winter WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED youth
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Стр. 130 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 198 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament : Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's too her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 146 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Стр. 61 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Стр. 72 - A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. W ILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
Стр. 201 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Стр. 80 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 75 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Стр. 218 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave— For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Стр. 87 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...