Preface. A historical essay on the origin and progress of national song. Love-songsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... roses there ; I fee thy withering head reclin'd With envy and despair . One common fate we both must prove , You die with envy , I with love . SONG XXX . TO A LADY READING SHERLOCK UPON DEATH . BY THE EARL OF CHESTERFIELD . M ISTAKEN ...
... roses there ; I fee thy withering head reclin'd With envy and despair . One common fate we both must prove , You die with envy , I with love . SONG XXX . TO A LADY READING SHERLOCK UPON DEATH . BY THE EARL OF CHESTERFIELD . M ISTAKEN ...
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... rose From the bare rock or oozy beach ; Who , from each barren weed that grows , Expects the grape or blushing peach ; With equal faith may hope to find The truth of love in womankind . I have no herds , no fleecy care , No fields that ...
... rose From the bare rock or oozy beach ; Who , from each barren weed that grows , Expects the grape or blushing peach ; With equal faith may hope to find The truth of love in womankind . I have no herds , no fleecy care , No fields that ...
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... rose her face and lips ; Round as a globe her breast . Full as an egg was I with glee , And happy as a king ; Good lack ! how all men envied me ; She lov'd like any thing . But falfe as hell , fhe , like the wind , Chang'd as her fex ...
... rose her face and lips ; Round as a globe her breast . Full as an egg was I with glee , And happy as a king ; Good lack ! how all men envied me ; She lov'd like any thing . But falfe as hell , fhe , like the wind , Chang'd as her fex ...
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... rose , Soft as the down of turtle dove , Gentle as air when Zephyr blows , Refreshing as descending rains To fun - burnt climes , and thirsty plains . True as the needle to the pole , Or as the dial to the fun : Conftant as gliding ...
... rose , Soft as the down of turtle dove , Gentle as air when Zephyr blows , Refreshing as descending rains To fun - burnt climes , and thirsty plains . True as the needle to the pole , Or as the dial to the fun : Conftant as gliding ...
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... roses that my brow furround Were natives of the dale ; Scarce pluck ' , and in a garland bound , Before their sweets grew pale ! My vital bloom would thus be froze , If lucklefs torn from thee ; For what the root is to the rose , My ...
... roses that my brow furround Were natives of the dale ; Scarce pluck ' , and in a garland bound , Before their sweets grew pale ! My vital bloom would thus be froze , If lucklefs torn from thee ; For what the root is to the rose , My ...
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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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Стр. 24 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Стр. 215 - The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain...
Стр. 59 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Стр. 229 - A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Стр. 212 - OF all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Стр. 170 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Стр. 100 - Be conceal'd from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him...
Стр. 64 - And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
Стр. 230 - Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.
Стр. 63 - Alas ! from the day that we met, What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain: The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.