Merry Drollery Compleat Being Jovial Poems, Merry Songs, &cJoseph Woodfall Ebsworth R. Roberts, 1875 - 408 lappuses |
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ALEXANDER BROME Antidote against Melancholy Arthur ballad beginning Ben Jonson Blacksmith Blacksmith Song bloud body boys Brewer call'd Cavalier Chappell Choice Drollery Coll Crown doth Dragon drink Drol edition fair fear fool George GEORGE Wither give Gondibert hath heart honour humour J. P. Collier's JOHN DRYDEN JOHN FLETCHER King kiss Lady Lord Lover Loyal Garland Loyal Sgs Loyal Songs maid Merry Drollery Mistris ne'er ne'r never night Nose old Souldier Oliver Oliver Cromwell Percy Folio Percy Soc Pills play Poems praise printed Puritan quoth the divel Reprint Richard Brome RICHARD CORBET Roundheads Roxb Rump Sack shew sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING spide swear sweet Sword tell thee There's thing thou Town truth tune Twas Twill Tyburn unto verse volume Westminster Drollery Whilst wife Windsor Drollery wine wise Wit and Drollery Wit and Mirth
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369. lappuse - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear ; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
xxxv. lappuse - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
90. lappuse - Where the nation live so free, And so merry as do we ? Be it peace, or be it war, Here at liberty we are, And enjoy our ease and rest: To the field we are not pressed; Nor are called into the town, To be troubled with the gown.
20. lappuse - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again, The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
108. lappuse - But may be term'd the worst of all the three ? Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed, Or pains his head : Those that live single, take it for a curse, Or do things worse...
364. lappuse - The hunt is up, the hunt is up, And it is well nigh day; And Harry our king is gone hunting, To bring his deer to bay.
101. lappuse - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
170. lappuse - Ah what a trembling I feel when I venture, Ah what a Trembling does usher my joy! When, with a Sigh, she accords me the blessing, And her Eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain; Ah what a joy 'tis, beyond all Expressing, Ah what a joy to hear, shall we again...
103. lappuse - twas nam'd another's health, Perhaps he made it hers by stealth: (And who could help it, Dick?) O' th' sudden up they rise and dance; Then sit again, and sigh, and glance; Then dance again and kiss: Thus several ways the time did pass, Whilst ev'ry woman wish'd her place, And ev'ry man wish'd his.
100. lappuse - twould undo him, Should he go still so drest. At Course-a-Park, without all doubt, He should have first been taken out By all the maids i' th' town : Though lusty Roger there had been, Or little George upon the Green, Or Vincent of the Crown. But wot you what ? the youth was going To make an end of all his wooing ; The parson for him...