The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ...J. Walthoe, 1729 |
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الصفحة 7
... grief denies . She racks herself to feem fevere ; He fees fhe does but feign : Tho ' when prefent , fhe's in fear ; When abfent , fhe's in pain . With pleasure , by fome murmuring ftream , She liftens to his lays ; Still glad to find ...
... grief denies . She racks herself to feem fevere ; He fees fhe does but feign : Tho ' when prefent , fhe's in fear ; When abfent , fhe's in pain . With pleasure , by fome murmuring ftream , She liftens to his lays ; Still glad to find ...
الصفحة 12
... grief in thy harmonious lay . To fhun my moan , to thee fhe'll fly , To her touch be fure reply ; And , if the removes it , die . Know thy blifs , with rapture shake , Tremble o'er all thy numerous make ; Speak in melting founds my ...
... grief in thy harmonious lay . To fhun my moan , to thee fhe'll fly , To her touch be fure reply ; And , if the removes it , die . Know thy blifs , with rapture shake , Tremble o'er all thy numerous make ; Speak in melting founds my ...
الصفحة 21
... grief ? ' Tis juft ; fince I my self conspire Against my own relief . UPID , god of pleasing anguish , CUP Teach the enamour'd fwain to languish , Teach him fierce defires to know . Heroes wou'd be lost in story , Did not love infpire ...
... grief ? ' Tis juft ; fince I my self conspire Against my own relief . UPID , god of pleasing anguish , CUP Teach the enamour'd fwain to languish , Teach him fierce defires to know . Heroes wou'd be lost in story , Did not love infpire ...
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... grief , But to you , dear Cloe , to give me relief ; All forrows they fly me , When you come but nigh me , Of all the world's pleasure , ' tis you are the chief . HY does my heart thus reftlefs prove ? WH What wou'd the tedious trifler ...
... grief , But to you , dear Cloe , to give me relief ; All forrows they fly me , When you come but nigh me , Of all the world's pleasure , ' tis you are the chief . HY does my heart thus reftlefs prove ? WH What wou'd the tedious trifler ...
الصفحة 47
... heart fhall languish In fighs , the voice of filent grief ; No more I'll dread the painful anguish ; Sweet hope returning brings relief . Apollo D Apollo and Daphne . APHNE , the beautiful and A Collection of Songs . 47.
... heart fhall languish In fighs , the voice of filent grief ; No more I'll dread the painful anguish ; Sweet hope returning brings relief . Apollo D Apollo and Daphne . APHNE , the beautiful and A Collection of Songs . 47.
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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.