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 viii
... tell them the worth of his prefent . It may perhaps be a matter of furprise , that after fo much labour I have not been able to furnish a larger collection than is here offered ; but on confidering the manner in which these pieces have ...
... tell them the worth of his prefent . It may perhaps be a matter of furprise , that after fo much labour I have not been able to furnish a larger collection than is here offered ; but on confidering the manner in which these pieces have ...
Side xiv
... tell Amynta , gentle swain " AIL to the myrtle shade HA I F ever thou didst joy to bind If the quick fpirit of your ... tell your parting lover I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve It is not , Celia , in our power It was a ...
... tell Amynta , gentle swain " AIL to the myrtle shade HA I F ever thou didst joy to bind If the quick fpirit of your ... tell your parting lover I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve It is not , Celia , in our power It was a ...
Side xv
... Tell me not I my time mifpend 169 Tell my Strephon that I die 157 The Graces and the wand'ring Loves 250 The heavy hours are almost past 118 The Page The merchant to fecure his treasure There is one TABLE OF FIRST LINES . XV.
... Tell me not I my time mifpend 169 Tell my Strephon that I die 157 The Graces and the wand'ring Loves 250 The heavy hours are almost past 118 The Page The merchant to fecure his treasure There is one TABLE OF FIRST LINES . XV.
Side xvi
... tell - tale eyes 129 " Twas when the feas were roaring To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 153 Turn , gentle hermit of the dale 47 62 AIN are the charms of white and red 238 VAIN AFT me fome soft and cooling breeze What ...
... tell - tale eyes 129 " Twas when the feas were roaring To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 153 Turn , gentle hermit of the dale 47 62 AIN are the charms of white and red 238 VAIN AFT me fome soft and cooling breeze What ...
Side 30
... tell it in the most striking manner -are to be held out to view , and their effect is not to be interrupted by fimile or meta- phor , or any of the artificial prettinesses of language language that may fall in his fall in his way 30 ON ...
... tell it in the most striking manner -are to be held out to view , and their effect is not to be interrupted by fimile or meta- phor , or any of the artificial prettinesses of language language that may fall in his fall in his way 30 ON ...
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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.