Preface. A historical essay on the origin and progress of national song. Love-songsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... rest of " note , " which is elsewhere mentioned . Abfalon , the all - accom- plished parish clerk , is celebrated for his skill in mufic : · In twenty manere could he trip and dance , And playen SONGES on a fmal ribible + Thereto he ...
... rest of " note , " which is elsewhere mentioned . Abfalon , the all - accom- plished parish clerk , is celebrated for his skill in mufic : · In twenty manere could he trip and dance , And playen SONGES on a fmal ribible + Thereto he ...
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... rest ! Since doom'd I am to love thee , fair , Though hopeless of a warm return , Yet kill me not with cold defpair ; But let me live , and let me burn . B 2 With With gentle smiles affwage the pain Those gentle smiles did LOVE - SONG S. 3.
... rest ! Since doom'd I am to love thee , fair , Though hopeless of a warm return , Yet kill me not with cold defpair ; But let me live , and let me burn . B 2 With With gentle smiles affwage the pain Those gentle smiles did LOVE - SONG S. 3.
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... rest . SONG V. BY VISCOUNT MOLESWORTH , A LMERIAS face , her fhape , her air , In vain With charms refiftlefs wound the heart ; you for defence prepare , When from her eyes Love throws his dart . Se So ftrong , fo fwift the arrow flies ...
... rest . SONG V. BY VISCOUNT MOLESWORTH , A LMERIAS face , her fhape , her air , In vain With charms refiftlefs wound the heart ; you for defence prepare , When from her eyes Love throws his dart . Se So ftrong , fo fwift the arrow flies ...
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... rest . Thus , void of care , my hours have flown , For ftill I found my heart my own . I often prais'd a handsome face , Extoll'd a sparkling eye , And fafe , ' examin'd ev'ry grace , Without a real figh . Thus , void of care , my hours ...
... rest . Thus , void of care , my hours have flown , For ftill I found my heart my own . I often prais'd a handsome face , Extoll'd a sparkling eye , And fafe , ' examin'd ev'ry grace , Without a real figh . Thus , void of care , my hours ...
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... rest so much longer for't , when she is here . Ah , Colin ! old time is full of delay , Nor will budge one foot faster for all thou canst say . Will no pitying power that hears me complain , Or cure my difquiet , or foften my pain ? To ...
... rest so much longer for't , when she is here . Ah , Colin ! old time is full of delay , Nor will budge one foot faster for all thou canst say . Will no pitying power that hears me complain , Or cure my difquiet , or foften my pain ? To ...
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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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