Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritR.H. Evans, 1810 - 352 sider |
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Side xxvi
... bright terrific charms , The potent sounds like lightning dart Resistless thro ' the glowing heart ; Of power to lift the fixed soul High o'er fortune's proud controul ; Kindling deep , prophetic musing ; Love of beauteous death ...
... bright terrific charms , The potent sounds like lightning dart Resistless thro ' the glowing heart ; Of power to lift the fixed soul High o'er fortune's proud controul ; Kindling deep , prophetic musing ; Love of beauteous death ...
Side xxvii
... bright immortal flames ; And guide his young unpractis'd feet To reach coy learning's lofty seat , Ah , luckless hour ! mistaken maids ! When Cupid sought the Muses ' shades : Of their sweetest notes beguil'd , By the sly insidious ...
... bright immortal flames ; And guide his young unpractis'd feet To reach coy learning's lofty seat , Ah , luckless hour ! mistaken maids ! When Cupid sought the Muses ' shades : Of their sweetest notes beguil'd , By the sly insidious ...
Side 46
... bright , as transient too . The bashful look , the rising breast , Alternate spread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms . And , ah , forgive a stranger rude , .. A wretch forlorn , she cried : Whose feet ...
... bright , as transient too . The bashful look , the rising breast , Alternate spread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms . And , ah , forgive a stranger rude , .. A wretch forlorn , she cried : Whose feet ...
Side 49
... Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream Reflect a fairer face . Till luckless love and pining care Impair'd her rosy hue , Her coral lips , her damask cheeks , And eyes of glossy blue . Oh ! have you seen the lily ...
... Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream Reflect a fairer face . Till luckless love and pining care Impair'd her rosy hue , Her coral lips , her damask cheeks , And eyes of glossy blue . Oh ! have you seen the lily ...
Side 54
... bright , Yet leave those eyes to weep ? How could you say my lips were sweet , And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I , young witless maid , Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face , alas ! no more is fair , 54 BALLADS AND.
... bright , Yet leave those eyes to weep ? How could you say my lips were sweet , And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I , young witless maid , Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face , alas ! no more is fair , 54 BALLADS AND.
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amorous Amynta Anacreon Ballad beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Catullus Celia charms cheek Chloe cried cruel Cupid Damon dart dear delight despair dost e'er epigram ev'ry eyes face fair faithless fancy fate fear flame fond gentle give grace grove heart heaven hope kind kiss know my love lady languish lily lips live Lochinvar lov'd lover lyre Lyric Lyric poetry maid mind move Muses nature ne'er Netherby never nightingale numbers nymph o'er pain passion pastoral poetry Phoebe Phyllis pieces pity plain pleasure poetical poetry prove R. B. SHERIDAN rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh sing smile SOAME JENYNS soft song sorrow soul sounds swain sweet taste tears tell tender thee thine thou thought thro Tibullus trembling true Twas vex'd vows warbling weep winds young youth
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Side 260 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Side 48 - 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. " And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Tvvas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Side 43 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Side 302 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Side 337 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 338 - Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
Side 282 - When she is by, I leave my work, I love her so sincerely; My master comes like any Turk, And bangs me most severely: But let him bang his bellyful, I'll bear it all for Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Side 304 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Side 263 - 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 281 - And it seem'd to a fanciful view To weep for the buds it had left, with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...