Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritW. Eyres, 1774 - 286 sider |
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Side xv
... morning very early , one morning in the spring 209 76 PR REPAR'D to rail , refolv'd to part 150 Pursuing beauty men descry 259 SAX AY , lovely dream , where couldst thou find 251 Say , Myra , why is gentle Love 214 Say not , Olinda , I ...
... morning very early , one morning in the spring 209 76 PR REPAR'D to rail , refolv'd to part 150 Pursuing beauty men descry 259 SAX AY , lovely dream , where couldst thou find 251 Say , Myra , why is gentle Love 214 Say not , Olinda , I ...
Side xvii
... morning E happy fwains whofe hearts are free YE Ye little loves that round her wait 96 269 163 230 Yes , faireft proof of beauty's power 116 Yes , Fulvia is like Venus fair 219 Ye fhepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain 162 Ye ...
... morning E happy fwains whofe hearts are free YE Ye little loves that round her wait 96 269 163 230 Yes , faireft proof of beauty's power 116 Yes , Fulvia is like Venus fair 219 Ye fhepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain 162 Ye ...
Side 51
... morning skies , As bright , as tranfient too . The bashful look , the rifing breaft , Alternate fpread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms . D 2 And , And , ah , forgive a stranger rude , A PASTORAL ...
... morning skies , As bright , as tranfient too . The bashful look , the rifing breaft , Alternate fpread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms . D 2 And , And , ah , forgive a stranger rude , A PASTORAL ...
Side 61
... night Till that laft morn appear . But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence , A long and laft adieu ! Come fee , falfe man , how low she lies That died for love of you . Now Now birds did fing , and morning smile And fhew PASTORAL SONGS .
... night Till that laft morn appear . But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence , A long and laft adieu ! Come fee , falfe man , how low she lies That died for love of you . Now Now birds did fing , and morning smile And fhew PASTORAL SONGS .
Side 62
... morning smile And fhew her glift'ring head ; Pale WILLIAM fhook in every limb , And raving left his bed . He hied him to the fatal place Where MARG'RET's body lay , And ftretch'd him on the green grass turf That wrapp'd her breathlefs ...
... morning smile And fhew her glift'ring head ; Pale WILLIAM fhook in every limb , And raving left his bed . He hied him to the fatal place Where MARG'RET's body lay , And ftretch'd him on the green grass turf That wrapp'd her breathlefs ...
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Anacreon antient ballad beauty becauſe blefs bleft bluſh bofom breaſt CATULLUS CELIA charms cheek CHLOE circumſtance compariſon compofition cruel cry'd dear defcription defire deſpair Engliſh epigram expreffion eyes face fair falfe fancy fatire feek fentiment fhade fhall fhepherd fhould figh fimple fimplicity fince fing firft firſt fmiles foft fome fond fong forrows foul fpread ftill fubject fuch fung furprize fwain fweet gentle give grace heart itſelf know my love laft lefs lov'd lover Lyric Lyric poetry maid meaſure moſt mufic muft muſt nature ne'er nymph o'er paffion paftoral pain paſt PHYLLIS pieces pity plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poetical poetry praiſe purpoſe racter reft rofe Sappho ſcene ſhall ſhe SOAME JENYNS ſpeak ſpring ſtill ſtory ſtrain ſweet taſte tears tender thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Twas vows weep whofe wiſh youth
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Side 53 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Side 86 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Side 47 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Side 84 - To visit some far distant shrine, If he bear but a relique away, Is happy, nor heard to repine. Thus, widely remov'd from the fair, Where my vows, my devotion I owe ; Soft hope is the relique I bear, And my solace wherever I go.
Side 164 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
Side 86 - With the lilac to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves. What strains of wild melody flow!
Side 57 - Ah, Colin ! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone : Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, Nor think him all thy own.
Side 108 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid.
Side 54 - Twas Edwin's self that press'd. « Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, ^ ^ Restored to love and thee. « Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign ; And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine? « No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Side 87 - Are the groves and the valleys as gay, And the shepherds as gentle as ours ? The groves may perhaps be as fair, And the face of the valleys as fine ; The swains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine.