The Bagford Ballads: Illustrating the Last Years of the Stuarts, Part 1Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth Ballad Society, 1878 - Ballads, English |
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according to Order appear Bagford Ballads Bagford Coll Bagford Collection Ballad Society Bartholomew Fair Beggar beginning Black-letter bonny Boys brave broadside Brooksby Chappell's copy D'Urfey dear death Delight derry ditty doth Drollery Duke edition England English fear fight French gallant Garland Gilderoy give grief hand hath heart Highwaymen honour J. P. Collier James John Jovial King Lady Lamentation Lass late Licensed according lines live London Lord lost Lovers Mary Mary Ambree merry Musidora ne'r never night Old Ballads Pepys Coll Percy Percy Folio Percy Society Pills Poems poor popular pray printed probably Protestant Quoth Rant reprinted Richard Pocock Roxb Roxburghe Roxburghe Ballads Seaman sing song soon sorrow sung sweet tell THACKERAY'S LIST thee There's thou Tom D'Urfey Tourville true tune twas unto verse verso volume Well-a-day White-letter William Woman woodcut words young
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Page 61 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Page 61 - 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.' Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day : then shall our names, Familiar in...
Page 475 - Thou hast nor ear nor soul to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity, And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know More happiness than this thy present lot. Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence; Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinced.
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Page 38 - that he that thoroughly understands the nature of ferments and fermentations shall probably be much better able than he that ignores them, to give a fair account of divers phenomena of several diseases (as well fevers as others), which will perhaps be never properly understood without an insight into the doctrine of fermentations.
Page 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.
Page 87 - He has made the world merry, and I hope they will make him easy so long as he stays among us. This I will take upon me to say, they cannot do a kindness to a more diverting companion, or a more cheerful, honest...
Page 57 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 211 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low no pride; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide.