Preface. A historical essay on the origin and progress of national song. Love-songsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... Italy or France . And without thefe ( which would by no means affimilate or mix with the more polished contents of the preceding divifions ) the collection , as profeffedly defigned to comprehend every fpecies of finging poetry , would ...
... Italy or France . And without thefe ( which would by no means affimilate or mix with the more polished contents of the preceding divifions ) the collection , as profeffedly defigned to comprehend every fpecies of finging poetry , would ...
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... Italy , it is natural to believe , that the vulgar fongs of the Romans would be ftill preferved in the mouths of the ... Italian Library , ii . xv . ( 51 ) Burney , II , 321 . ( ga ) Idem , I. 3a3 · I TR Laura , the immortal Laura ...
... Italy , it is natural to believe , that the vulgar fongs of the Romans would be ftill preferved in the mouths of the ... Italian Library , ii . xv . ( 51 ) Burney , II , 321 . ( ga ) Idem , I. 3a3 · I TR Laura , the immortal Laura ...
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... Italians ftill preferve a number of fongs upon love and pleasure , of great antiquity . Thefe were originally defigned ... Italy , however , though the refidence of the mufes , and nurfery of the fine arts , does not boaft of the number ...
... Italians ftill preferve a number of fongs upon love and pleasure , of great antiquity . Thefe were originally defigned ... Italy , however , though the refidence of the mufes , and nurfery of the fine arts , does not boaft of the number ...
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... Italian poetry is " derived from the Provençals , fo AIR , the most cap- tivating part of fecular vocal melody , feems to have had the fame origin . At leaft [ that ] the most an- " cient strains that have been fpared by time , are fuch ...
... Italian poetry is " derived from the Provençals , fo AIR , the most cap- tivating part of fecular vocal melody , feems to have had the fame origin . At leaft [ that ] the most an- " cient strains that have been fpared by time , are fuch ...
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... Italians : and it is certain that this was the primitive use of poetry and mufic in all countries . ( 86 ) P. Sarmiento , Memorias para la hiftoria de la poefia , y poetas Efpan'oles . Madrid , 1775. 4to . p . 230 . The The Spaniards ...
... Italians : and it is certain that this was the primitive use of poetry and mufic in all countries . ( 86 ) P. Sarmiento , Memorias para la hiftoria de la poefia , y poetas Efpan'oles . Madrid , 1775. 4to . p . 230 . The The Spaniards ...
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Ah willow ancient ballads beauty bleffings bofom breaſt Burney charms Chloe compofed compofitions dear defire delight deſpair difdain eaſe EDMUND WALLER English eyes fafe faid fair falfe fame fatire feek feem fhall fhepherd fhould figh fing firft firſt flame fmile foft fome fond fongs foon forrow foul fpring ftill fubject fuch fung fuppofed fwain fweet Gay Science gentle grove heart HENRY CAREY hiftory inferted king laft laſt leaft lefs likewife loft lov'd lover maid merit moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt ne'er never nymph o'er paffion pain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poet poetical poetry poffefs praiſe prefent preferved Provençal purſue Querlon racter reafon reft reign rife rofe ſeem ſhall ſhe SONG SONG ſpeak ſtill ſweet tender thee thefe theſe thofe THOMAS CAREW thoſe thou thouſand Troubadours Twas uſe whofe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE wiſh writer youth
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