Select English Songs and Dialogues of the 16th and 17th Centuries, Livre 2

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Boosey & Company, 1898
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II
1
IV
2
VI
6
VII
8
IX
10
X
13
XI
17
XIV
20

XVI
24
XVII
26
XVIII
28
XIX
32
XX
XLI
24
XLII
26
XLIII
29
XLIV
32
XLV
34

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Page 3 - ... out the doleful knell, Let the sounde my dethe tell, For I must dye, There is no remedy, For now I dye. My paynes who can expres? Alas! they are so stronge, My dolor will not suffer strength My lyfe for to prolonge : Toll on the passinge bell, &c. Alone, in prison stronge, I wayle my destenye ; Wo worth this cruel hap that I Should taste this miserye. Toll on the passinge bell, &c.
Page 3 - Farewell, my pleasures past, Welcome, my present pain : I feel my torments so increase That life cannot remain. Cease now the passing bell, Rung is my doleful knell ; For the sound my death doth tell. Death doth draw nigh : Sound my end dolefully, For now I die.
Page 29 - O STRIKE the harp in praise of my love, the lonely sunbeam of Dunscaith ! — Strike the harp in praise of Bragela ! — She that I left in the isle of Mist, the spouse of...
Page 4 - With my love my life was nestled In the sum of happiness : From my love my life is wrested To a world of heaviness : O let love my life remove, Since I live not where I love.
Page 28 - Ask me why this Rose doth show All yellow, green, and sickly too ? Ask me why the stalk is weak And yielding each way, yet not break? I must tell you, These discover What doubts and fears are in a Lover. Burns was attracted by Urbani's idea that the air Todlin Home, though the set of 'the first bottle song that ever was composed
Page 10 - What if my mistress now will needs inconstant be ? Wilt thou be then so false in love as well as she? No, no, such falsehood flee though women faithless be. My mistress frowns and swears that now I love her not, The change she finds is that which my despair begot. Despair which is my lot since she all faith forgot.

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