The Vocal Magazine: Or, Compleat British Songster, Bind 1–9Harrison and Company, 1781 - 359 sider |
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Side 13
... yield . His lordship , his worship , his honour , his grace , A hunting continually go ; All ranks and degrees are engag'd in the chafe Hark forward , huzza , tally ho . The lawyer will rife with the first of the morn , To hunt for a ...
... yield . His lordship , his worship , his honour , his grace , A hunting continually go ; All ranks and degrees are engag'd in the chafe Hark forward , huzza , tally ho . The lawyer will rife with the first of the morn , To hunt for a ...
Side 14
... a bee ' ; But ftill all my song was , I'll ever be free . " Twas then ev'ry objc & t fresh raptures did yields If I firay'd thro ' the garden , or travers'd the field , Ten thousand gay scenes were display'd to my fight ; 3.4 VOCAL ...
... a bee ' ; But ftill all my song was , I'll ever be free . " Twas then ev'ry objc & t fresh raptures did yields If I firay'd thro ' the garden , or travers'd the field , Ten thousand gay scenes were display'd to my fight ; 3.4 VOCAL ...
Side 17
... yield , When returning from the field ? Shining in his glitt'ring arms , How the god - like warrior charms ! Laurel - wreaths his head furrounding , Banners waving in the wind ; Fame her golden trumpet founding , Ev'ry voice in concert ...
... yield , When returning from the field ? Shining in his glitt'ring arms , How the god - like warrior charms ! Laurel - wreaths his head furrounding , Banners waving in the wind ; Fame her golden trumpet founding , Ev'ry voice in concert ...
Side 21
... yield to love and reason . SONG 63 . A PASTORAL BALLAD . Sung at VAUXHALL . TO please me the more , and to change the dull fcene , My fwain took me oft to the sports on the green ; And to ev'ry fine fight would he tempt me to roam , For ...
... yield to love and reason . SONG 63 . A PASTORAL BALLAD . Sung at VAUXHALL . TO please me the more , and to change the dull fcene , My fwain took me oft to the sports on the green ; And to ev'ry fine fight would he tempt me to roam , For ...
Side 22
... yield me relief , I figh for her all the long day . I rov'd o'er the once happy plain , The woodlands and vales in defpair ; The nightingale echo'd my train , But Laura , alas ! was not there . I turn'd from the dew - weeping grove , I ...
... yield me relief , I figh for her all the long day . I rov'd o'er the once happy plain , The woodlands and vales in defpair ; The nightingale echo'd my train , But Laura , alas ! was not there . I turn'd from the dew - weeping grove , I ...
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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.