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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... thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve It is not , Celia , in our power It was a Friar of orders gray 117 220 213 4I L ATE when love I feem'd to flight Let not love on me bestow Let the ambitious favour find Love and Folly were at play ...
... thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve It is not , Celia , in our power It was a Friar of orders gray 117 220 213 4I L ATE when love I feem'd to flight Let not love on me bestow Let the ambitious favour find Love and Folly were at play ...
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... thee graceful move 132 When first I fought fair Celia's love 226 When firft upon your tender cheek When gentle Celia first I knew 263 261 When here Lucinda firft we came 156 When lovely woman ftoops to folly 157 When Page When Orpheus ...
... thee graceful move 132 When first I fought fair Celia's love 226 When firft upon your tender cheek When gentle Celia first I knew 263 261 When here Lucinda firft we came 156 When lovely woman ftoops to folly 157 When Page When Orpheus ...
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... own , and the difficulty of interweaving the few antient stanzas into it , and suiting his own language to them with fuch judgment , was greater than that of producing an en tirely new piece . Now Chrift thee fave , thou reverend friar , I.
... own , and the difficulty of interweaving the few antient stanzas into it , and suiting his own language to them with fuch judgment , was greater than that of producing an en tirely new piece . Now Chrift thee fave , thou reverend friar , I.
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... thee fave , thou reverend friar , I pray thee tell to me , If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou did'st see . And how fhould I know your true love From many another one ? O by his cockle hat and staff , And by his fandal fhoon ...
... thee fave , thou reverend friar , I pray thee tell to me , If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou did'st see . And how fhould I know your true love From many another one ? O by his cockle hat and staff , And by his fandal fhoon ...
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... thee I only wish'd to live , For thee I wish to die . Weep Weep no more , lady , weep no more , PASTORAL SONGS . 43.
... thee I only wish'd to live , For thee I wish to die . Weep Weep no more , lady , weep no more , PASTORAL SONGS . 43.
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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.