Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritR.H. Evans, 1810 - Всего страниц: 352 |
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... Chloe what means this disdain Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure 60 314 157 Dear Colin prevent my warm blushes 200 Dear is my little native vale 347 Despairing beside a clear stream 62 Drink to me only with thine eyes 263 Encompass'd ...
... Chloe what means this disdain Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure 60 314 157 Dear Colin prevent my warm blushes 200 Dear is my little native vale 347 Despairing beside a clear stream 62 Drink to me only with thine eyes 263 Encompass'd ...
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... power around the shady bow'rs In a cottage embosom'd within a deep shade In Chloris all soft charms agree b 278 346 312 277 330 · 284 303 .114 220 333 108 285 335 194 In vain , dear Chloe , you suggest 241 I A TABLE OF FIRST LINES . xvii.
... power around the shady bow'rs In a cottage embosom'd within a deep shade In Chloris all soft charms agree b 278 346 312 277 330 · 284 303 .114 220 333 108 285 335 194 In vain , dear Chloe , you suggest 241 I A TABLE OF FIRST LINES . xvii.
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... Chloe , you suggest 241 I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve 196 It is not , Celia , in our power 191 It was a friar of order gray 37 Late when love I seem'd to slight Let not love on me bestow Let the ambitious favor find ...
... Chloe , you suggest 241 I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve 196 It is not , Celia , in our power 191 It was a friar of order gray 37 Late when love I seem'd to slight Let not love on me bestow Let the ambitious favor find ...
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... Chloe is unkind . Why ring the woods with warbling throats ? Ye larks , ye linnets , cease your strains ; I faintly hear in your sweet notes , My Chloe's voice that wakes my pains : Yet why should you your song forbear ? Your mates ...
... Chloe is unkind . Why ring the woods with warbling throats ? Ye larks , ye linnets , cease your strains ; I faintly hear in your sweet notes , My Chloe's voice that wakes my pains : Yet why should you your song forbear ? Your mates ...
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... Chloe's sweeter tongue , Hark , hark , what says my love ! How foolish is the nymph , she cries , Who trifles with her lover's pain ! Nature still speaks in woman's eyes , Our artful lips were made to feign . O Daphnis , Daphnis ...
... Chloe's sweeter tongue , Hark , hark , what says my love ! How foolish is the nymph , she cries , Who trifles with her lover's pain ! Nature still speaks in woman's eyes , Our artful lips were made to feign . O Daphnis , Daphnis ...
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...