The goldfinch, being a collection of the most esteemed modern songs in the English languageJ. Gold, 1805 |
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... look'd bright on Nelly's cheek . Now safe on shore , Her cares are o'er ; Her cheerful smile Rewards my toil ; How blest her constant Sailor ! The Sailor's duty he performs , Rewarded by the fair one's love ; Her smiles are sunshine ...
... look'd bright on Nelly's cheek . Now safe on shore , Her cares are o'er ; Her cheerful smile Rewards my toil ; How blest her constant Sailor ! The Sailor's duty he performs , Rewarded by the fair one's love ; Her smiles are sunshine ...
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... look'd : on his knees , fell poor Willy ; The church made us ane , and our wooing was done . O my Willy , & c . To the gallant arm'd train , Who are crossing the main In the cause of their Country and King ; To the Chief in Command Of ...
... look'd : on his knees , fell poor Willy ; The church made us ane , and our wooing was done . O my Willy , & c . To the gallant arm'd train , Who are crossing the main In the cause of their Country and King ; To the Chief in Command Of ...
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... morning dew .. Young Will is rich and great , And fain wou'd ca ' me his ; But what is pride or state , Without love's smiling bliss ? Give me the lad , & c , E 3 When When first he talk'd of love , He look'd sae THE GOLDFINCH . 41.
... morning dew .. Young Will is rich and great , And fain wou'd ca ' me his ; But what is pride or state , Without love's smiling bliss ? Give me the lad , & c , E 3 When When first he talk'd of love , He look'd sae THE GOLDFINCH . 41.
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Goldfinch. When first he talk'd of love , He look'd sae blithe and His flame I did approve , gay , And cou'd na say him nay . Then to the kirk I'll haste , There prove my love and truth ; Reward a love sae chaste , And wed the constant ...
Goldfinch. When first he talk'd of love , He look'd sae blithe and His flame I did approve , gay , And cou'd na say him nay . Then to the kirk I'll haste , There prove my love and truth ; Reward a love sae chaste , And wed the constant ...
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... look'd upon Thes . as a pitiful elf ; Wine turn'd her to singing , in hopes it would bring in A lover ' twas lonely to drink by herself . The god , her adorer , confess'd stood before her ; She hail'd the celestial , she welcom'd the ...
... look'd upon Thes . as a pitiful elf ; Wine turn'd her to singing , in hopes it would bring in A lover ' twas lonely to drink by herself . The god , her adorer , confess'd stood before her ; She hail'd the celestial , she welcom'd the ...
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95 ÆäÀÌÁö - HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For Death has broached him to. His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft.
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for Tomorrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too As the sunshine or rain may prevail ; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail : A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game...
169 ÆäÀÌÁö - I've let lodgings ten years, — I'ma baker to boot; " In airing your sheets, sir, my wife is no sloven; " And your bed is immediately — over my oven." "The oven!!!" — says Will ;— says the host, "Why this passion ? " In that excellent bed died three people of fashion.
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - The moon had climbed the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree; When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When, soft and low, a voice was heard, Saying, 'Mary, weep no more for me!
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cupid from his favourite nation Care and envy will remove; Jealousy, that poisons passion, And despair, that dies for love, Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Sighs, that blow the fire of love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. Every swain shall pay his duty, Grateful every nymph shall prove; And as these excel in beauty, Those shall be renown'd for love.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - Your charms would make me true. To you no soul shall bear deceit, No stranger offer wrong; But friends in all the aged you'll meet, And lovers in the young.
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm drest all in my best To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master carries me to church. And often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - But now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair: And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly; Ah, many's the time and oft! But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft.
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.