The Vocal Magazine: Or, Compleat British Songster, Bind 1–9Harrison and Company, 1781 - 359 sider |
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Side 5
... birds fweetly bill on the fpray , And poplars embrace with their boughs . On Ida bright Venus may reign , Ador'd for her beauty above ; We fhepherds who dwell on the plain , Hail May as the mother of love , From the Weft as it wantonly ...
... birds fweetly bill on the fpray , And poplars embrace with their boughs . On Ida bright Venus may reign , Ador'd for her beauty above ; We fhepherds who dwell on the plain , Hail May as the mother of love , From the Weft as it wantonly ...
Side 10
... birds , what a chirping you keep , I think you too loud on the fpray ; Don't you fee , foolish lark , that the charmer's afleep , You'll wake her as fure as ' tis day . How dare that fond butterfly touch the sweet maid ! Mer cheeks he ...
... birds , what a chirping you keep , I think you too loud on the fpray ; Don't you fee , foolish lark , that the charmer's afleep , You'll wake her as fure as ' tis day . How dare that fond butterfly touch the sweet maid ! Mer cheeks he ...
Side 11
... bird that fo fweetly complains , Each night to the listening grove , Sings not in fuch foft melting strains As are thofe of the virgin I love ! The charms that embellish her mind , What numbers wou'd ferve to exprefs ? Whofe converfe ...
... bird that fo fweetly complains , Each night to the listening grove , Sings not in fuch foft melting strains As are thofe of the virgin I love ! The charms that embellish her mind , What numbers wou'd ferve to exprefs ? Whofe converfe ...
Side 12
... birds , the fong of pleasure 3 Echo , tell it thro ' the vale . Leaflefs , tunelefs , unendearing , Mourn'd the long - deferted grove ; But , fweet Spring , at thy appearing , All is harmony and love . SONG 29 . Sung in the Waterman ...
... birds , the fong of pleasure 3 Echo , tell it thro ' the vale . Leaflefs , tunelefs , unendearing , Mourn'd the long - deferted grove ; But , fweet Spring , at thy appearing , All is harmony and love . SONG 29 . Sung in the Waterman ...
Side 14
... birds , may be tam'd to your will . Be gay and good - humour'd , complying and kinda Turn the chief of your care from your face to your mind ; ' Tis there that a wife may her conqueft improve , And Hymen hall rivet the fettes of love ...
... birds , may be tam'd to your will . Be gay and good - humour'd , complying and kinda Turn the chief of your care from your face to your mind ; ' Tis there that a wife may her conqueft improve , And Hymen hall rivet the fettes of love ...
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Bacchus beauty blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft Britons CANTATA ceafe charms chearful Chloe Colin conftant cry'd Cupid Damon dear defire defpair delight Derry e'er ev'ry eyes fafe faid fair falfe fame fear feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhould figh fing flow'rs fmile foft fome fond fong foon forrow foul fpring ftill ftrain ftream fuch fure fwain fweet gentle give grace grove hafte happy heart Jenny Grey kifs lafs laft lefs lov'd lover maid Mary Ambree mind morn mufic muft Nancy Wall ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Phillis plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure pow'r pride RANELAGH reafon reft rife rofe ſhall ſhe SONG Strephon Sung at VAUXHALL ſweet tear tell thee thefe theſe thofe thou thro Twas vows Whilft Whofe wife wine wou'd Written young youth
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Side 73 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 165 - 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 77 - William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro. Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands.
Side 261 - Then up and crew the red, red cock, And up then crew the gray: "Tis time, tis time, my dear Margret, That you were going away.
Side 336 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Side 227 - And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, " That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear." Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold.
Side 44 - tis thus complain, Since you appear'd upon the plain; You are the cause of all my care: Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart: Ten thousand torments vex my heart: I love, and I despair.
Side 59 - plaining of her pride. Here bore him, bare-faced on his bier, Six proper youths and tall ; And many a tear bedew'd his grave Within yon kirk-yard wall.
Side 180 - In early youth I die : Was I to blame, because his bride Was thrice as rich as I ? "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 143 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.