Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People, 1±ÇR. Bentley, 1852 - 558ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... fair and free ; The ladye was so pleased thereatt , She laughed loud laughters three . " Now sell me thy harpe , " said the Kyng of Spayn , " Thy harpe and stryngs eche one , And as many gold nobles thou shalt have , As there be stryngs ...
... fair and free ; The ladye was so pleased thereatt , She laughed loud laughters three . " Now sell me thy harpe , " said the Kyng of Spayn , " Thy harpe and stryngs eche one , And as many gold nobles thou shalt have , As there be stryngs ...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö
... fair ladye To wed with me than thee . ¡± He played agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst ...
... fair ladye To wed with me than thee . ¡± He played agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst ...
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... FAIR MARY MY TREASURE . " IRISH EMIGRANT SONG . In a valley far away , With my Maire bhan astoir , Short would be the summer day . Ever loving more and more . * Pronouuced Maur - ya Vaun Asthore . Winter days would all grow long With ...
... FAIR MARY MY TREASURE . " IRISH EMIGRANT SONG . In a valley far away , With my Maire bhan astoir , Short would be the summer day . Ever loving more and more . * Pronouuced Maur - ya Vaun Asthore . Winter days would all grow long With ...
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... Fair is Maire bhan astoir , Sweet as ripple on the shore Sings my Maire bhan astoir . Oh ! her sire is very proud , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; For he knew I loved her well ...
... Fair is Maire bhan astoir , Sweet as ripple on the shore Sings my Maire bhan astoir . Oh ! her sire is very proud , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; For he knew I loved her well ...
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... fair countess , dressed rather than disguised , as a page , held the horse of her victorious paramour . We loved to gaze on that princely mansion , re- peating to each other the marvellous lines in which our two matchless satirists have ...
... fair countess , dressed rather than disguised , as a page , held the horse of her victorious paramour . We loved to gaze on that princely mansion , re- peating to each other the marvellous lines in which our two matchless satirists have ...
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admirable amongst Anacreon ballad Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful better bird Bishop Percy bright called charming Chevy Chase dancing dear delight doth English eyes fair Fanchon father fear flowers Fontenoy Forever-never gallop gentle Gerald Griffin give gold grace hand happy heard heart Holcroft honour horse Irish Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare John Watson Kyng Estmere Kyng of Spayne lady ladye lane laughed live London look Lord maid Maire bhan astoir married MARY RUSSELL MITFORD merry never Never-forever night o'er Pan is dead passed play pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise pretty round Rugeley SACK OF BALTIMORE Sayes seemed sing smile Soggarth aroon song stick sweet Tell thee Thomas Holcroft thou thought tion trees twas verse walk whilst Winthrop Mackworth Praed wonderful word wyfe young
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233 ÆäÀÌÁö - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost...
289 ÆäÀÌÁö - Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
319 ÆäÀÌÁö - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
222 ÆäÀÌÁö - When upon some slight encouragement I first visited your Lordship, I was overpowered like the rest of mankind by the enchantment of your address, and could not forbear to wish that I might boast myself le vainqueur du vainqueur de la terre...
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the first rank of these did Zimri ' stand, A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
221 ÆäÀÌÁö - World,' that two papers, in which my ' Dictionary ' is recommended to the public, were written by your lordship. To be so distinguished, is an honour, which, being very little accustomed to favours from the great, I know not well how to receive, or in what terms to acknowledge.
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.