Drinking-songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient balladsF. C. and J. Rivington, 1819 |
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... It brings on diseases and hastens old age ; But wine from grim death can its votaries save , And keep out t ' other leg , when there's one in the grave . Perhaps , like her sex , ever false to their 4 DRINKING - SONGS .
... It brings on diseases and hastens old age ; But wine from grim death can its votaries save , And keep out t ' other leg , when there's one in the grave . Perhaps , like her sex , ever false to their 4 DRINKING - SONGS .
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... keep ; But in torment , then they creep . Mortals , learn your lives to measure , Not by length of time , but pleasure ; Soon your spring must have a fall 1 ; Losing youth , is losing all : Then you'll ask , but none will give ; And may ...
... keep ; But in torment , then they creep . Mortals , learn your lives to measure , Not by length of time , but pleasure ; Soon your spring must have a fall 1 ; Losing youth , is losing all : Then you'll ask , but none will give ; And may ...
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... keep off the heat . Or place me where sunshine is ne'er to be found , Where the earth is with winter eternally bound ; Even there I would nought but my bottle require , My bottle should warm me , and fill me with fire . My tutor may Job ...
... keep off the heat . Or place me where sunshine is ne'er to be found , Where the earth is with winter eternally bound ; Even there I would nought but my bottle require , My bottle should warm me , and fill me with fire . My tutor may Job ...
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... keep the land in peace ; And grant that drunkenness henceforth ' Mong noblemen may cease . And likewise bless our royal prince , The nation's other hope ; And give us grace for to defy The Devil and the Pope . SONG XLVI . COME , come ...
... keep the land in peace ; And grant that drunkenness henceforth ' Mong noblemen may cease . And likewise bless our royal prince , The nation's other hope ; And give us grace for to defy The Devil and the Pope . SONG XLVI . COME , come ...
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... keep them from damage , all sp'rits owe their homage To the sprite of the buttery , a pot of good ale . And down the legs too the virtue doth go , And to a bad foot - man is as good as a sail ; When it fills the veins , and makes light ...
... keep them from damage , all sp'rits owe their homage To the sprite of the buttery , a pot of good ale . And down the legs too the virtue doth go , And to a bad foot - man is as good as a sail ; When it fills the veins , and makes light ...
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ANACREON Andrew Barton Bacchus BALLAD beauty blessings bold bower bowl boys brave bumper call'd cheer claret Comus crown dame dear death delight Derry doth dragon DRAGON OF WANTLEY drank drink Earl Douglas Earl Percy England eyes fair fear fight foes friendship gallant give glass gold grace grave grief hand happy HARRY CAREY hast hath head heart Henry honour hundred JAMES PLUMPTRE Johny Armstrong king lady land little Musgrave live lord maid merry mind mirth ne'er never night noble o'er old cap peace Percy pleasure poor pray prince queen quoth R. B. SHERIDAN round sighs sing Sir Andrew slain SONG sorrow soul squire stormy winds Sweet William tears tell tempests thee there's thing thou art thou shalt Tis wine true Twill unto vicar of Bray wife winds do blow wise
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Стр. 137 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Стр. 162 - 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 he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Стр. 135 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. "Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Стр. 215 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 216 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Стр. 108 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Стр. 378 - Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain; But since of late, Elizabeth And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
Стр. 19 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their decline: Thine's a summer, mine's no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
Стр. 214 - 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 fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Стр. 215 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.