The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ...J. Walthoe, 1729 |
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... Tell me , gentle Strephon , why Tell me , Miranda , why should I Tell me , Hamilla , tell me why , 127 22 740 247 196 253 Tell Tell me no more of flames in love , That The TABLE .
... Tell me , gentle Strephon , why Tell me , Miranda , why should I Tell me , Hamilla , tell me why , 127 22 740 247 196 253 Tell Tell me no more of flames in love , That The TABLE .
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A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ... Tell me no more of flames in love , That none be deceiv'd by time's too quick flowing , That fcornful Silvia's chains I wear Pag . 252 200 21 The chains of love I wear , 114 The charms ...
A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ... Tell me no more of flames in love , That none be deceiv'd by time's too quick flowing , That fcornful Silvia's chains I wear Pag . 252 200 21 The chains of love I wear , 114 The charms ...
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... Tell her 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 ...
... Tell her 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 ...
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... tell , Tell great Zempoalla what strange fate Must on her dismal vision wait . By the croaking of the toad , In their caves that make abode ; Earthy Dun that pants for breath , With her fwell'd fides full of death ; By the crested ...
... tell , Tell great Zempoalla what strange fate Must on her dismal vision wait . By the croaking of the toad , In their caves that make abode ; Earthy Dun that pants for breath , With her fwell'd fides full of death ; By the crested ...
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... tell the rest . Let me , & c . T o love and to languifh , To figh and complain , How killing's the anguish , How tormenting the pain ! Suing , Pursuing , Flying , Denying , O the curfe of disdain , How tormenting's the pain ! To have ...
... tell the rest . Let me , & c . T o love and to languifh , To figh and complain , How killing's the anguish , How tormenting the pain ! Suing , Pursuing , Flying , Denying , O the curfe of disdain , How tormenting's the pain ! To have ...
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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.