The Roxburghe ballads . esqued C. S. Calverleys Butter and eggsand a pound of cheese, perpetuatesfrom 1872 William Morriss antecedent,Two red roses across the Moon; as doesthe keepers poaching tale, by AndrewLang, 1886, in respectful perversion,Wm. Morriss Shameful Death : alsoH. D. Traills sublime re-casting of Eossettis Sister Helen. The hackballad-mongers of early days kept fromdrifting into the waters of oblivionmany otherwise perishable playhouse-songs ; some dainty, some piquant in their sauciness; relics fromimprinted comedies of the Merry Monarchs reign. Samuel Pepys
The Roxburghe ballads . esqued C. S. Calverleys Butter and eggsand a pound of cheese, perpetuatesfrom 1872 William Morriss antecedent,Two red roses across the Moon; as doesthe keepers poaching tale, by AndrewLang, 1886, in respectful perversion,Wm. Morriss Shameful Death : alsoH. D. Traills sublime re-casting of Eossettis Sister Helen. The hackballad-mongers of early days kept fromdrifting into the waters of oblivionmany otherwise perishable playhouse-songs ; some dainty, some piquant in their sauciness; relics fromimprinted comedies of the Merry Monarchs reign. Samuel Pepyshelped to secure their immortality, setting some of the verses tomusic (such as Davenants Beauty, retire, thou dost my pitymove, 1656, the score is shown in his portrait); also bygathering the broadside-ballads, penny-priced elongations forpopular use from lyrics that had been addressed to the CourtBeauties by amorous swains. The Bachelors Ballad, of 1676,is from the treasure-store of the worthv Jacobite, Dr. N 334 [Rawlinson Collection, 56G, fol. 17 ; Douce, I. 13, and I. 20 verso.] Ci)c Batchelora Ballati; £Dc, 0 IRcmeDp against ILotic* Thou little peevish God! whom heretoforeThe blinder World so highly did adore,For whom the loving Fools a Quiver found,Bows, Arrows, wings ; nay more, power to wound;Know, I defie thee, Boy : not all thy artCan reach my eye, much less enslave my thou hast any, come and shew thy would I love one hour against my will;Alas, poor God ! men will no longer nowTo thee, thy mother, or thy Minions bow ; [Thy] power and fame, which has so long bin great, Upon Examination proves a Cheat. With Allowance. By Eo. A Pleasant New Tune ; Or, The Duke of Monmouths Jig [Note, p. 335J. 0 more, silly Cupid! will I pine and slave is so stupid, to suffer the plagueOf an amorous League, to be laughd at in vain ?No more, silly Cupid; Ile court a coy Mistriss no more,Hes a Sot and more blind, who to one is con
Size: 1446px × 1727px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorchappell, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, bookyear1879
