The Beauties of Ancient Poetry: Intended as a Companion to the Beauties of English Poetry

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E. Newbery and J. Wallis, 1794 - Anthologies - 204 pages

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Page 37 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Page 49 - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave ; Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never...
Page 37 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.
Page 38 - 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.
Page 84 - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring: And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a king! He was a braw gallant, And he playd at the ba; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower amang them a'.
Page 75 - Lord Thomas said a word in jest, Fair Annet took it ill: "A, I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends
Page 43 - He made his answer then ; In what I did let me be made Example to all men. I will return again, quoth he, Unto my Ragan's court ; She will not use me thus, I hope, But in a kinder sort.
Page 193 - Like a young courtier of the king's, And the king's young courtier. Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come to his land, Who keeps a brace of painted madams at his command, And takes up a thousand...
Page 2 - Mayst safelye wend alone, To my ladye mother I will thee bringe, Where marriage shall make us one. " My father he is a baron bolde, Of lynage proude and hye ; And what would he saye if his daughter Awaye with a knight...
Page 58 - A brighter never trod the plain ; And well he lov'd one charming maid, And dearly was he lov'd again.

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