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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... appears as the hired underling of a Musical Composer . We thought , therefore , that it would be a meritorious piece of service to the cause of Poetry , by uniting into one firm body the most excellent productions in Song- Writing , to ...
... appears as the hired underling of a Musical Composer . We thought , therefore , that it would be a meritorious piece of service to the cause of Poetry , by uniting into one firm body the most excellent productions in Song- Writing , to ...
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... appears 219 213 Chloe's the wonder of her sex 211 Chloris yourself you so excel 237 Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled Come gentle god of soft repose 137 · 253 Come here fond youth , whoe'er thou be 112 Come , Leila , fill the ...
... appears 219 213 Chloe's the wonder of her sex 211 Chloris yourself you so excel 237 Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled Come gentle god of soft repose 137 · 253 Come here fond youth , whoe'er thou be 112 Come , Leila , fill the ...
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... appears When first I dar'd by soft surprise When first I saw Lucinda's face When first I saw thee graceful move When first I sought fair Celia's love When first upon your tender cheek When gay Philander fell a prize When gentle Celia ...
... appears When first I dar'd by soft surprise When first I saw Lucinda's face When first I saw thee graceful move When first I sought fair Celia's love When first upon your tender cheek When gay Philander fell a prize When gentle Celia ...
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... appears Where the bee sucks , there lurk I 128 149 259 While in the bower with beauty blest Why , cruel creature , why so bent my fond bosom ! ah , what can it mean Why heaves Why we love and why we hate 127 154 321 A 199 Why will ...
... appears Where the bee sucks , there lurk I 128 149 259 While in the bower with beauty blest Why , cruel creature , why so bent my fond bosom ! ah , what can it mean Why heaves Why we love and why we hate 127 154 321 A 199 Why will ...
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... appear the more extraordinary when we reflect that some of the most excellent produc- tions in the former have been the sponta- neous growth of a rude and uncultivated B soil , whereas the latter have never flou- rished without.
... appear the more extraordinary when we reflect that some of the most excellent produc- tions in the former have been the sponta- neous growth of a rude and uncultivated B soil , whereas the latter have never flou- rished without.
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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...