The Vocal Magazine: Or, Compleat British Songster, Bind 1–9Harrison and Company, 1781 - 359 sider |
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Side 23
... truth ! O ! tell him , how oft has he ( wore He never would ceafe to be mine ! Or leave me his faith to deplore , Or with heart - breaking anguish repine ! " Remind him how oft , in the grove , At my feet he in raptures would kneel ...
... truth ! O ! tell him , how oft has he ( wore He never would ceafe to be mine ! Or leave me his faith to deplore , Or with heart - breaking anguish repine ! " Remind him how oft , in the grove , At my feet he in raptures would kneel ...
Side 24
... truth . SONG 76 . A FREE - MASON'S SONG . COME , let us prepare , We brothers that are Met together on merry occafion ; Let's drink , laugh , and fing , Our wine has a spring ; Here's a health to an accepted mafon . The world is in pain ...
... truth . SONG 76 . A FREE - MASON'S SONG . COME , let us prepare , We brothers that are Met together on merry occafion ; Let's drink , laugh , and fing , Our wine has a spring ; Here's a health to an accepted mafon . The world is in pain ...
Side 29
... truth be your guide ; Nor caprice nor folly appear : Unless you thus govern your mind , And banish deceit from your breast , Too foon by experience you'll find , Inconftancy ne'er can be bleft . Neglected you'll wither and fade , Till ...
... truth be your guide ; Nor caprice nor folly appear : Unless you thus govern your mind , And banish deceit from your breast , Too foon by experience you'll find , Inconftancy ne'er can be bleft . Neglected you'll wither and fade , Till ...
Side 30
... truth to reward , Send fome youth with each talent to bless , How far I my purpofe could guard , is a fecret I need not confefs . SONG HOPE AND 102 . FEAR . Sung in Lionel and Clarissa . HOPE and fear alternate rifing , Strive for ...
... truth to reward , Send fome youth with each talent to bless , How far I my purpofe could guard , is a fecret I need not confefs . SONG HOPE AND 102 . FEAR . Sung in Lionel and Clarissa . HOPE and fear alternate rifing , Strive for ...
Side 31
... truth can fix thy wav'ring heart , Let Damon urge his claim ; He feels the paffion void of art , The pure , the conftant flame . Tho ' fighing fwains their torments tell , Their fenfual love contemn ; They only prize the beauteous fhell ...
... truth can fix thy wav'ring heart , Let Damon urge his claim ; He feels the paffion void of art , The pure , the conftant flame . Tho ' fighing fwains their torments tell , Their fenfual love contemn ; They only prize the beauteous fhell ...
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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.