The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companion |
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... FACES . PALE faces stand by , And our bright ones adore ; We look like our wine , - You worse than our score . Come , light up your pimples , All art we outshine ; When the plump god doth paint , Each streak is divine . Clean glasses ...
... FACES . PALE faces stand by , And our bright ones adore ; We look like our wine , - You worse than our score . Come , light up your pimples , All art we outshine ; When the plump god doth paint , Each streak is divine . Clean glasses ...
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... face , Pronounc'd me ill , Sent bolus - pill- Draught powder - and all the race ; Of drugs compound , to make a long bill . When a man , & c . Leech'd - cupp'd -- bled - and blister , Slips and slops , Eating tops , So low each pill was ...
... face , Pronounc'd me ill , Sent bolus - pill- Draught powder - and all the race ; Of drugs compound , to make a long bill . When a man , & c . Leech'd - cupp'd -- bled - and blister , Slips and slops , Eating tops , So low each pill was ...
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Quaver. Then physician's consultation , They view my face , Hopeless case Pronounc'd with much deliberation , That I , alas ! had run my race . Skeleton like my bones peep through , My eyes I fix , I hear death ticks , To wife and ...
Quaver. Then physician's consultation , They view my face , Hopeless case Pronounc'd with much deliberation , That I , alas ! had run my race . Skeleton like my bones peep through , My eyes I fix , I hear death ticks , To wife and ...
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... faces In my wishes you will join . It is not the charms of beauty Which I purpose to explain , We awhile will leave that duty For a more prevailing theme . To the health I'm now proposing , Let's have one full glass at least , No one ...
... faces In my wishes you will join . It is not the charms of beauty Which I purpose to explain , We awhile will leave that duty For a more prevailing theme . To the health I'm now proposing , Let's have one full glass at least , No one ...
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... . Ri too ral , & c . CHILD OF EARTH WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR . CHILD of earth with the golden hair , Thy soul's too pure and thy face too fair , To dwell with creatures of mortal mould , Whose lips 68 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
... . Ri too ral , & c . CHILD OF EARTH WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR . CHILD of earth with the golden hair , Thy soul's too pure and thy face too fair , To dwell with creatures of mortal mould , Whose lips 68 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
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Page 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 47 - 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.
Page 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Page 14 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Page 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Page 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 378 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 379 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Page 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...