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180 Loyal Songs 2nd title Algernon Sydney amorous Betty Bagford ballad Bagford Coll Bagford Collection beauty Beggars begins Black-letter broadside Charles Church Colley Cibber copy Court dear death delight dil doul dildo ditty doth Douce Drollery Dryden Duke Duke of Monmouth Duke of York e're edition Elkanah Settle England entitled fair Farewell favour fear Fortune Gilbert Burnet give grief hath heart honour I'le Introd James Jesuits John John Gadbury King Lady Lamentation London Lord Lovers Maid Mary mentioned Merry Drollery Miller Monmouth ne'r never Oates Oxford Parliament Pepys pillory Poems poor Pope Popish Plot pray printed Protestant Queen reprinted Roxb Shaftesbury sweet tell thee there's Thomas thou Titus Oates Tom D'Urfey Town true tune twas verses White-letter wife William Wood's Coll woodcut words wou'd young
Page 457 - 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 629 - 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 773 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Page 990 - Knowledge is of two kinds. We know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information upon it.
Page 743 - Alas ! the love of women ! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing ; For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, And if 'tis lost, life hath no more to bring To them but mockeries of the past alone...
Page 721 - Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it; 'twas that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago : and the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days.
Page 784 - And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection...
Page 691 - 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 528 - tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails, Since this was written and needs must be — My whole heart rises up to bless Your name in pride and thankfulness ! Take back the hope you gave, — I claim Only a memory of the same, — And this beside, if you will not blame, Your leave for one more last ride with me.