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 44
... ne'er come again ? Will he ne'er come again ? Ah ! no , he is dead and laid in his grave , For ever to remain . His cheek was redder than the rofe , The com❜lieft youth was he : - But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas ! and woe ...
... ne'er come again ? Will he ne'er come again ? Ah ! no , he is dead and laid in his grave , For ever to remain . His cheek was redder than the rofe , The com❜lieft youth was he : - But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas ! and woe ...
Side 75
... ne'er again To breathe your vows , or fpeak your pain ; He bow'd , obey'd , and died . O NE morning very early , one morning in the PRIOR . PASTORAL SONGS . 75.
... ne'er again To breathe your vows , or fpeak your pain ; He bow'd , obey'd , and died . O NE morning very early , one morning in the PRIOR . PASTORAL SONGS . 75.
Side 77
... ne'er shall fee , Yet I love my love , because I know my love loves me . HE fun was funk beneath the hill , TH The western clouds were lined with " gold , Clear was the sky , the wind was still , The flocks were penn'd within the fold ...
... ne'er shall fee , Yet I love my love , because I know my love loves me . HE fun was funk beneath the hill , TH The western clouds were lined with " gold , Clear was the sky , the wind was still , The flocks were penn'd within the fold ...
Side 88
... ne'er incline ; Prove to your equals true , the cry'd , As I will prove to mine . ' Tis STREPHON on the mountain's brow Has won my right good will ; To him I gave my plighted vow , With him I'll climb the hill . Struck with her charms ...
... ne'er incline ; Prove to your equals true , the cry'd , As I will prove to mine . ' Tis STREPHON on the mountain's brow Has won my right good will ; To him I gave my plighted vow , With him I'll climb the hill . Struck with her charms ...
Side 90
... er the flow rifing hills , Delighted with paftoral views , Or reft on the rock whence the ftreamlet diftills , And mark out new themes for my Mufe . To pomp or proud titles fhe ne'er did afpire , The damfel's of humble defcent ; The ...
... er the flow rifing hills , Delighted with paftoral views , Or reft on the rock whence the ftreamlet diftills , And mark out new themes for my Mufe . To pomp or proud titles fhe ne'er did afpire , The damfel's of humble defcent ; The ...
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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.