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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
appear arms beauty bliſs breaſt bright bring Celia charmer charms Cloe complain cou'd cruel darts dear death delight deſire deſpair diſdain drink e'er eaſe eyes face fair fall fate fear figh fight fire flame gain give grace grief grove grow hand happy hear heart heaven hope I'll joys kind kindly kiſs languiſh laſt leave light lips live longer look lover maid mind morning move muſt nature ne'er never night nymph once pain paſſion pity pleaſe pleaſure poor prove reſt riſe round ſcorn ſee ſhall ſhe ſhou'd ſmiles ſoft ſome ſoul ſtill ſuch ſwain ſweet tears tell thee things thoſe thou thought thouſand true turn Twas vain voice Whilſt whoſe wine wiſh wou'd wound young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs ... ... Volum 3 de The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs |
| Editor | J. Walthoe, 1729 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 10 Jul. 2007 |
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