The Whim of the day ... containing an entertaining selection of the choicest and most approved songs, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 21
... fhriek'd and faw no more . The village bell announc'd their fate , Her maids in white array Saw in one grave the Lover's laid , On this their bridal day . TULLOCH TULLOCHGORUM . BY A CLERGYMAN OF ABERDEEN . Fiddlers , ( 21 )
... fhriek'd and faw no more . The village bell announc'd their fate , Her maids in white array Saw in one grave the Lover's laid , On this their bridal day . TULLOCH TULLOCHGORUM . BY A CLERGYMAN OF ABERDEEN . Fiddlers , ( 21 )
الصفحة 27
... fox is unearth'd and the chace is begun , Purfuing is each hound and steed , He doubles , and tries by his cunning to fhun , His fate , and now fkims o'er the mead , Ca There There clofely purfued , by the river he aims To ( 27 )
... fox is unearth'd and the chace is begun , Purfuing is each hound and steed , He doubles , and tries by his cunning to fhun , His fate , and now fkims o'er the mead , Ca There There clofely purfued , by the river he aims To ( 27 )
الصفحة 62
... fate to die a maid . Of all the lovers in my train , There was but one that tarried , I thought ' twas time to change my firaing And we this morn were married . JOCKEY OF THE GREEN . Sung by Mifs LEARY . No mair ye bonny laffes gay ...
... fate to die a maid . Of all the lovers in my train , There was but one that tarried , I thought ' twas time to change my firaing And we this morn were married . JOCKEY OF THE GREEN . Sung by Mifs LEARY . No mair ye bonny laffes gay ...
الصفحة 68
... fate ; Let forrow do whate'er the can , Patience fhall upon thee wait . Mortal , mortal , mortal man ! WOULD AIR . By Mrs. BLAND . you known how muft find it ? you A fpring juft tinkles clofe behind it , Whole Whofe waters o'er the fand ...
... fate ; Let forrow do whate'er the can , Patience fhall upon thee wait . Mortal , mortal , mortal man ! WOULD AIR . By Mrs. BLAND . you known how muft find it ? you A fpring juft tinkles clofe behind it , Whole Whofe waters o'er the fand ...
الصفحة 77
... Fate bellows to blefs your cell . O where can you the phoenix find ! A blooming nymph , within whofe mind No curiofity muft dwell ! TIPPY BO B. • Sung by Mr. MUNDEN , M with a watch in each fob , Y name's Tippy Bob , View me round - on ...
... Fate bellows to blefs your cell . O where can you the phoenix find ! A blooming nymph , within whofe mind No curiofity muft dwell ! TIPPY BO B. • Sung by Mr. MUNDEN , M with a watch in each fob , Y name's Tippy Bob , View me round - on ...
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adieu AIR.-Mr Anacreontic Society BANNISTER beauty Becauſe birds blefs blifs bloom bofom bonny breaft Britiſh charms Covent Garden dear delight e'er ev'ry eyes faid failor fair Fal de ral falute fame FAVOURITE fhade fhall fhepherd fhore fhould figh filly fing firft fkies fleep fleer flow'rs fmile foft fome fond fong foon forrow foul fpring ftill ftrains ftream fuch fung fure fwain fweet fweetly gentle girl grove heart honeft INCLEDON kifs laft loft lov'd lover maid merry morn mufic muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion Patrick O'Neal plain pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r pretty reft rofe roſes Siege of Belgrade SONG SONG.-Mr Sung by Mifs Sweet Taunton Dean tell tender Theatre Royal thee thefe thofe thoſe thou thro Twas Vauxhall warring angel Whofe wou'd youth
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الصفحة 44 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame. Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
الصفحة 87 - A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
الصفحة 88 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...
الصفحة 54 - I have skill to complain, Though the Muses my temples have crowned ; What though, when they hear my soft strain, The Virgins sit weeping around; Ah ! COLIN ! thy hopes are in vain ! Thy pipe and thy laurel resign! Thy False One inclines to a Swain, Whose music is sweeter than thine!
الصفحة 53 - Ghosts.* r \ESPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
الصفحة 54 - twas a pleasure too great ; I listen'd, and cried when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe, She could dote on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve To forsake the fine folk of the town ; To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant...
الصفحة 55 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
الصفحة 88 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
الصفحة 24 - Tis STREPHON, on the mountain's brow, Has won my right good will ; To him I gave my plighted vow, / With him I'll climb the hill.
الصفحة 87 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand...