The Myrtle and Vine: Or, Complete Vocal Library, Containing Several Thousands of Plaintive, Sentimental, Humorous & Bacchanalian Songs, Collected from the Muses of England, Ireland & Scotland, 2±ÇCharles Henry Wilson T. Dean, 1803 |
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... thou art false , may heaven on thee its choicest blessings pour , & c . Ah ! gramachree , & c . ALBION THE PRIDE OF THE SEA . Written by Dr. Houlton . MY boys , would you know how our ship got her name , You speedy shall know that from ...
... thou art false , may heaven on thee its choicest blessings pour , & c . Ah ! gramachree , & c . ALBION THE PRIDE OF THE SEA . Written by Dr. Houlton . MY boys , would you know how our ship got her name , You speedy shall know that from ...
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... thou didst impart , Thy love soon won my virgin heart ; But , dearest Henry , thou'st betray'd Thy love with thy poor cottage maid . Through the vale my grief appears , Sighing sad with pearly tears ; Oft thy image is my theme , As I ...
... thou didst impart , Thy love soon won my virgin heart ; But , dearest Henry , thou'st betray'd Thy love with thy poor cottage maid . Through the vale my grief appears , Sighing sad with pearly tears ; Oft thy image is my theme , As I ...
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... Thou'rt right , " says old Jove , " let us hence to the earth , Men and gods think variety fine ; Who'd stay in the clouds , when good - nature and mirth Are below , with wit , women , and wine ? ¡± THE WORLD . By Mrs. Robinson . IN this ...
... Thou'rt right , " says old Jove , " let us hence to the earth , Men and gods think variety fine ; Who'd stay in the clouds , when good - nature and mirth Are below , with wit , women , and wine ? ¡± THE WORLD . By Mrs. Robinson . IN this ...
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... thou vile Earth ! how I trouble to trace The anguish that hourly augments from thy race ! How I turn from the world , while I honour the best , Th ' enlighten'd adore , and the venal detest ; And alas ! with what joy to the grave would ...
... thou vile Earth ! how I trouble to trace The anguish that hourly augments from thy race ! How I turn from the world , while I honour the best , Th ' enlighten'd adore , and the venal detest ; And alas ! with what joy to the grave would ...
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... thou may'st boast , While thy spirits do not tire , Still , beneath thy age's frost , Glows a spark of youthful fire . O the days , & c . THE TOPSAILS SHIVER IN THE WIND . THE topsails shiver E 3 41 O THE DAYS WHEN I WAS YOUNG! ...
... thou may'st boast , While thy spirits do not tire , Still , beneath thy age's frost , Glows a spark of youthful fire . O the days , & c . THE TOPSAILS SHIVER IN THE WIND . THE topsails shiver E 3 41 O THE DAYS WHEN I WAS YOUNG! ...
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Anacreon beat bells bless blest BLUE PETER boast bonny bottle bowl boys brave Britain's best bulwarks Britannia Britons Camperdown charms cheer chip chow CHORUS Cockney croppies cry'd d'ye dance dear delight drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair fame fear fight foes gaily gale gingerbread girl give glory ground-ivy hand happy Hearts of Oak heav'n Here's JACOBIN CLUB jolly King kiss lads landmen lass laugh Lochaber Lord lover maid merry mind morning myrtle ne'er never night numbers o'er ocean Old England peace pity pleasure poor Jack pretty pretty maids pride R. B. Sheridan roar roast beef round sail sailor shore sigh sing smile soldiers SONG soon soul swain swear tars tears tell thee thou thro toast Tol de rol true turn'd twas twill Willy wind wine wooden walls wou'd
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5 ÆäÀÌÁö - King, Long live our noble King, God save the King. Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us: God save the King!
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread, No longer must she stay aboard ; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land ; 'Adieu!
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the King!
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dear! dear! what can the matter be? Oh, dear! what can the matter be?
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. " Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind : They'll tell thee, sailors when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For Thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - I share what to-day may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail covering Which I've worn for three-score years and ten, On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hovering, Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again: But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare to-day May become everlasting to-morrow.