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according to Order appeared Bagford Ballads Bagford Coll Bagford Collection Ballad Society Bartholomew Fair Beggar beginning Black-letter bonny Boys brave broadside Chappell's copy D'Urfey dear death Delight ditties doth Drollery Duke earlier edition England English fair Farewell fear Fleet French gallant Garland Gilderoy give grief hand hath heart Highwaymen J. P. Collier James John jovial King Lady Lamentation Lanktre down derry Lass Licensed according live London Lord lost Lovers Maid Mary Ambree merry Musidora ne'r never Newmarket night Old Ballads Pepys Percy Percy Folio Percy Society Pills poor popular printed probably Protestant Rant reprinted Richard Pocock Robin Hood Roxb Roxburghe Seaman sing song soon sorrow Soxb stiver of Mony sung sweet tell Thackeray's List thee There's thou Tom D'Urfey Tourville true tune unto verses volume Well-a-day White-letter William woodcut words young
Страница 225 - tis He alone , Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Страница 377 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, — which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet...
Страница 61 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age. Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian' : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day'.
Страница 61 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Страница 134 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Страница 390 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet ; and yet it is sung but by some blind crowder, with no rougher voice than rude style ; which being so evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age, what would it work, trimmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?
Страница 441 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Страница 153 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Страница 210 - Thessaly — The blackbird picking food Sees thee, nor stops his meal, nor fears at all; So...
Страница 214 - Is man no more than this ? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha ! here's three on's are sophisticated ! Thou art the thing itself : unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.