Drinking-songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient balladsF. C. and J. Rivington, 1819 |
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... rich , the poor , the base , the brave , In dust , without distinction , lie . Go , search the tombs where monarch's rest , Who once the greatest titles bore ; The wealth and glory they possest , And all their honours are no more . So ...
... rich , the poor , the base , the brave , In dust , without distinction , lie . Go , search the tombs where monarch's rest , Who once the greatest titles bore ; The wealth and glory they possest , And all their honours are no more . So ...
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... rich as Croesus , While our bottle drowns our care . Wine will make us red as roses , And our sorrows quite forget ; Come let's fuddle all our noses , Drink ourselves quite out of debt . When grim Death comes looking for us , We are ...
... rich as Croesus , While our bottle drowns our care . Wine will make us red as roses , And our sorrows quite forget ; Come let's fuddle all our noses , Drink ourselves quite out of debt . When grim Death comes looking for us , We are ...
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... Rich wines do us raise To the honour of bays ; Quem non fecere disertum ? Of all the juice Which the gods produce , Sack shall be prefer'd before ' em ; ' Tis sack that shall Create us all Mars , Bacchus , Apollo , virorum . We abandon ...
... Rich wines do us raise To the honour of bays ; Quem non fecere disertum ? Of all the juice Which the gods produce , Sack shall be prefer'd before ' em ; ' Tis sack that shall Create us all Mars , Bacchus , Apollo , virorum . We abandon ...
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... rich Crœsus a slave , Though a king , to his coffers of gold ; He delighted in plentiful bowls ; But , drinking , much talk would decline , Because ' twas the custom of fools To prattle much over their wine . ] [ Old Socrates ne'er was ...
... rich Crœsus a slave , Though a king , to his coffers of gold ; He delighted in plentiful bowls ; But , drinking , much talk would decline , Because ' twas the custom of fools To prattle much over their wine . ] [ Old Socrates ne'er was ...
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... rich as a Jew , and as great as a king . With wine at my heart , I am happy and free , Externals without it are nothing to me ; Come fill ; and this truth from a bumper you'll know , That wine is , of blessings , the blessing below ...
... rich as a Jew , and as great as a king . With wine at my heart , I am happy and free , Externals without it are nothing to me ; Come fill ; and this truth from a bumper you'll know , That wine is , of blessings , the blessing below ...
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ANACREON Andrew Barton Bacchus BALLAD beauty blessings bold bower bowl boys brave bumper call'd cheer claret Comus crown dame dear death delight Derry doth dragon DRAGON OF WANTLEY drank drink Earl Douglas Earl Percy England eyes fair fear fight foes friendship gallant give glass gold grace grave grief hand happy HARRY CAREY hast hath head heart Henry honour hundred JAMES PLUMPTRE Johny Armstrong king lady land little Musgrave live lord maid merry mind mirth ne'er never night noble o'er old cap peace Percy pleasure poor pray prince queen quoth R. B. SHERIDAN round sighs sing Sir Andrew slain SONG sorrow soul squire stormy winds Sweet William tears tell tempests thee there's thing thou art thou shalt Tis wine true Twill unto vicar of Bray wife winds do blow wise
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Сторінка 137 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Сторінка 162 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Сторінка 135 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. "Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Сторінка 215 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Сторінка 216 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Сторінка 108 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Сторінка 378 - Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain; But since of late, Elizabeth And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
Сторінка 19 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their decline: Thine's a summer, mine's no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
Сторінка 214 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Сторінка 215 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.