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Ebook has 898 lines and 63275 words, and 18 pages
Editor: Gladys Sidney Crouch
A Little Book of
Old Time Verse
Old-fashioned Flowers
Gathered by
Gladys Sidney Crouch
Published by
P. F. Volland Company
NEW YORK CHICAGO TORONTO
P. F. Volland Company
Chicago
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
A beautiful and happy girl
Better trust all, and be deceived Bid me to live, and I will live Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing
Calia, confess, 'tis all in vain Chicken skin, delicate, white Choose me your Valentine Come live with me, and be my love Come, O come, my life's delight Cupid and my Campaspe played
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days Dear voyager, a lucky star be thine Down by the sally gardens Drink to me only with thine eyes
Fair daffodils, we weep to see Fair maid, had I not heard thy baby cries Fair the face of orient day False though she be to me and love Forty Viziers saw I go
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may Gentle love, this hour befriend me Gods, what a sun! I think the world's aglow Go little book, and wish to all Go, lovely rose
Hard is the fate of him who loves Helen, thy beauty is to me Here end my chains, and thraldom cease Her hair, the net of golden wire He that loves a rosy cheek How blest has my time been, what days have I known,
I asked my fair, one happy day I dare not ask a kiss If the quick spirits in your eye If you become a nun, dear I lately vowed, but 'twas in haste I leant upon a coppice gate I loved her for that she was beautiful "In tea-cup times!" The style of dress I pr'y thee send me back my heart I see her in the dewy flowers I saw, I saw the lovely child I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless It is buried and done with It was not in the winter I will confess with cheerfulness I will make your brooches and toys for your delight
Jenny kissed me when we met
Like to the falling of the star Love in thy youth, fair maid, be wise Love guides the roses of thy lips Love not me for comely grace
Maidens kilt your skirts and go My heart is like a singing bird My little pretty one My Phyllis hath the morning sun My true love hath my heart and I have his
Name the leaves on all the trees Night and the down by the sea No more blind god! for see, my heart No show of bolts and bars Now fie on foolish love, it not befits Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white
O fairest of the rural maids! O mark yon Rose-tree! When the West O, Mistress mine, where are you roaming O, to be in England Oh thou that from the green vales of the West Oh, what a plague is love! On a starr'd night. Prince Lucifer uprose Once did my thoughts both ebb and flow Out upon it, I have loved Over the mountains
Remember me when I am gone away
Say, mighty love, and teach my song Send home my long stray'd eyes to me Shall I, wasting in despaire She can be as wise as we She is not fair to outward view She's somewhere in the sunlight strong She was not as pretty as women I know Stone walls do not a prison make Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind The air which thy smooth voice doth break The bee to the heather The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake The lark above our heads doth know The lark now leaves his wat'ry nest The Maid I love ne'er thought of me The yellow moon is a dancing phantom The young moon is white There be none of beauty's daughters There is a garden where lilies There is no friend like an old friend Though cruel fate should bid us part Thou hast beauty bright and fair Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air 'Tis not your beauty can engage Traverse not the globe for lore! Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward Unless with my Amanda blest
Venus whipt Cupid t'other day
Were the gray clouds not made What care I tho' beauty fading What shall I send my love today When Delia on the plain appears When love, with unconfined wings When you are old and gray and full of sleep Why should not the wattle do? Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Woman's faith, and woman's trust--
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
A LITTLE BOOK OF OLD TIME VERSE
Love's Wantonness
Love guides the roses of thy lips, And flies about them like a bee; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stingeth me.
Song
Send home my long-stray'd eyes to me, Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee: But if from you they've learnt such ill, To sweetly smile, And then beguile, Keep the deceivers, keep them still.
Fie on Love
A Fragment
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.
Truce in Love Entreated
No more, blind god! for see, my heart Is made thy quiver, there remains No void place, for another dart; And, alas! that conquest gains Small praise, that only brings away A tame and unresisting prey.
Jenny Kissed Me
A Ditty
To Electra
I dare not ask a kiss; I dare not beg a smile; Lest having that, or this, I might grow proud the while.
To Phyllis, the Fair Shepherdess
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, and hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies: A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we'll pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
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