The Bagford Ballads: Illustrating the Last Years of the Stuarts, Part 2Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth |
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... doth me betide ; Heavens now be my guide , and lead the way . M. ] Then let me go with you , heart , love and joy ; I will attend on you , If you will go and be your boy : to sea , I'll serve you night and day , For here I will not stay ...
... doth me betide ; Heavens now be my guide , and lead the way . M. ] Then let me go with you , heart , love and joy ; I will attend on you , If you will go and be your boy : to sea , I'll serve you night and day , For here I will not stay ...
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... doth lye , And left his friends to cry , O Hone , O Hone . 112 London : Printed by and for W. O [ nley ] for A. Milbourne ] , and are to be sold by the Booksellers . [ In Black - letter . Date , probably about 1670-87 . ] ANOTHER Love ...
... doth lye , And left his friends to cry , O Hone , O Hone . 112 London : Printed by and for W. O [ nley ] for A. Milbourne ] , and are to be sold by the Booksellers . [ In Black - letter . Date , probably about 1670-87 . ] ANOTHER Love ...
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... doth go , ' Tis my brother Barnwel , now begins our woe : Would that we together O , my Judas brother had not met this day , will thy life betray . Now comes Captain Barnwel to these Lovers twain , 64 And made account that Samuel he ...
... doth go , ' Tis my brother Barnwel , now begins our woe : Would that we together O , my Judas brother had not met this day , will thy life betray . Now comes Captain Barnwel to these Lovers twain , 64 And made account that Samuel he ...
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... doth display , " is entitled " The Spring's Glory , " to the tune " Monk hath confounded , " and printed for W. Gilbertson . In all probability this is by the same author as our Jockey's Fare- well ; and thus increases the likelihood of ...
... doth display , " is entitled " The Spring's Glory , " to the tune " Monk hath confounded , " and printed for W. Gilbertson . In all probability this is by the same author as our Jockey's Fare- well ; and thus increases the likelihood of ...
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... doth defend him , And pray with heart and voice , Angels attend him . It has ten more verses and four woodcut portraits . Now , who was this " J. P. " ? If a John Philips , not one of Milton's nephews . Possibly , but not probably ...
... doth defend him , And pray with heart and voice , Angels attend him . It has ten more verses and four woodcut portraits . Now , who was this " J. P. " ? If a John Philips , not one of Milton's nephews . Possibly , but not probably ...
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Page 491 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 808 - I live a rent-charge on his providence. But you, whom every Muse and Grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains ; and, oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue, But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express ; You merit more, nor could my love do less.
Page 880 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 638 - No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends!
Page 665 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Page 468 - Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But . teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Page 638 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!
Page 709 - Malice Defeated: or a brief relation of the accusation and deliverance of Elizabeth Cellier...
Page 728 - So he was put to the torture, which in Scotland they call the boots ; for they put a pair of iron boots close on the leg, and drive wedges between these and the leg. The common torture was only to drive these in the calf of the leg : but I have been told they were sometimes driven upon the shin bone.
Page 811 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.