The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ...J. Walthoe, 1729 |
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... full bowls ? 72 Y Ye powers , my welcome death forgive , Yes , Daphne , in your face I find Ye twice ten hundred deities , Young Nonparelio lov'd a maid 97 84 15 7 " T WCDS . COLLECTION SOF de mi vi emosiy The TABLE .
... full bowls ? 72 Y Ye powers , my welcome death forgive , Yes , Daphne , in your face I find Ye twice ten hundred deities , Young Nonparelio lov'd a maid 97 84 15 7 " T WCDS . COLLECTION SOF de mi vi emosiy The TABLE .
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... death ; By the crested adders pride , That along the cliffs do glide ; By thy vifage fierce and black ; By the death's - head on thy back ; By the twisted serpents plac'd For a girdle round thy waist ; By the hearts of gold that deck ...
... death ; By the crested adders pride , That along the cliffs do glide ; By thy vifage fierce and black ; By the death's - head on thy back ; By the twisted serpents plac'd For a girdle round thy waist ; By the hearts of gold that deck ...
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... ufe me , And don't with frowns refuse me , Left you by death fhou'd lofe me , For fatal is your dart .榮 I WHILE HILE I'm a pleading your beauty to gain , W A Collection of Songs . 23 . Dear charmer of my pleasure, Pag.
... ufe me , And don't with frowns refuse me , Left you by death fhou'd lofe me , For fatal is your dart .榮 I WHILE HILE I'm a pleading your beauty to gain , W A Collection of Songs . 23 . Dear charmer of my pleasure, Pag.
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... death , or comely wounds , Her god - like monarch leads . Pay us , kind fate , the debt you owe , Coeleftial minds from clay untie ; Let coward fpirits dwell below , And only give the brave to die . BEAUT EAUTY is not what I pray , I ...
... death , or comely wounds , Her god - like monarch leads . Pay us , kind fate , the debt you owe , Coeleftial minds from clay untie ; Let coward fpirits dwell below , And only give the brave to die . BEAUT EAUTY is not what I pray , I ...
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... death comes looking for us , We are toping off our bowls , Bacchus joining in the chorus , Death , begone , here's none but fouls . God - like Bacchus thus commanding , Trembling death away shall fly , Ever after understanding ...
... death comes looking for us , We are toping off our bowls , Bacchus joining in the chorus , Death , begone , here's none but fouls . God - like Bacchus thus commanding , Trembling death away shall fly , Ever after understanding ...
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arms beauty bleffing bleft blifs bluſhes bofom breaſt bright cauſe Celia charmer charms Cloe cou'd cruel Cupid Damon darts dear defire delight deſpair deſtroy difdain diſcover drink e'er eaſe Epithalamium eyes faid fair falfe fate fcorn fear felf fhade fhall fhe's fhew fhine fhou'd fighs filly fince fing fire flame flave fmiles foft fome fong foon forrows foul ftill fuch fwain fweet give grace grief grove heart heaven himſelf infpire joys kifs kind kindly laft languiſh laſt lefs lov'd love's lover maid meaſure mind muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain paſt Phillis pity pleaſe pleaſure prove raiſe reaſon reſt rofe SAPPHO ſhall ſhe ſmile ſpring ſtill Strephon ſwain ſweet taſte tell thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand treaſure Twas vex'd Whilft Whofe wife wine wiſhes wou'd wound youth
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الصفحة 205 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
الصفحة 101 - GIVE me more love, or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate.
الصفحة 73 - Now then love me: time may take Thee before thy time away: Of this need we'll virtue make, And learn love before we may.
الصفحة 102 - I was so good-humour'd, so cheerful and gay, My Heart was as light as a Feather all Day. But now I so cross and so peevish am grown, So strangely uneasy, as never was known. My fair one is gone, and my joys are all drown'd, And my Heart, - I am sure it weighs more than a Pound.
الصفحة 35 - HEAR, ye ladies that despise, What the mighty love has done ; Fear examples, and be wise : Fair Calisto was a nun ; Leda, sailing on the stream To deceive the hopes of man, Love accounting but a dream, Doted on a silver swan ; Danae, in a brazen tower, Where no love was, loved a shower. Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What the mighty love can do ; Fear the fierceness of the boy : The chaste moon he makes to woo ; Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires...
الصفحة 34 - We have got tongues and eyes in vain And truth from us is sin. Men to new joys and conquests fly, And yet no hazard run; Poor we are left if we deny, And if we yield, undone. Then equal laws let custom find, And neither Sex oppress; More freedom give to Womankind Or give to Mankind less.
الصفحة 131 - I do but drink away The heat and troubles of the day ? In this more than kingly state Love himself shall on me wait.
الصفحة 102 - But now she is gone, and has left me behind, What a marvellous change on a sudden I find ! When things were as fine as could possibly be, I thought 'twas the Spring; but alas ! it was she.
الصفحة 205 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys. Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies? Or his easier ears beguile, Thus removed by our wile? 'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have...
الصفحة 14 - Till it laugh in my face, With ale that is potent and mellow; He that whines for a lass Is an ignorant ass, For a bumper has not its fellow.