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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... lovers of Poetry , I have fre- quently joined them in lamenting that the number of excellent Songs which our language afforded , were so dispersed through a variety of authors , or over- whelmed in injudicious Collections , that it was ...
... lovers of Poetry , I have fre- quently joined them in lamenting that the number of excellent Songs which our language afforded , were so dispersed through a variety of authors , or over- whelmed in injudicious Collections , that it was ...
Стр. viii
... lovers of genius as yet re-- main amongst us . This task I was induced to undertake ; and were I to make a boastful recital of the numerous volumes of Song - Collections and Miscellany Poems which I have turned over for the viii PREFACE .
... lovers of genius as yet re-- main amongst us . This task I was induced to undertake ; and were I to make a boastful recital of the numerous volumes of Song - Collections and Miscellany Poems which I have turned over for the viii PREFACE .
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... lovers Gently touch the warbling lyre Good madam , when ladies are willing Good morrow to the day so fair Go plaintive sounds , and to the fair Go tell Amynta , gentle swain 226 326 201 305 129 104 Had I a heart for falsehood framed 310 ...
... lovers Gently touch the warbling lyre Good madam , when ladies are willing Good morrow to the day so fair Go plaintive sounds , and to the fair Go tell Amynta , gentle swain 226 326 201 305 129 104 Had I a heart for falsehood framed 310 ...
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... lover who had sought for natural compa- risons to paint the charms of his mistress , must seek for others to express the emo- tions of his mind . He must burn with desire , and freeze with disdain ; rage with the ocean , and sigh with ...
... lover who had sought for natural compa- risons to paint the charms of his mistress , must seek for others to express the emo- tions of his mind . He must burn with desire , and freeze with disdain ; rage with the ocean , and sigh with ...
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... lover , Why didst thou trust the seas ? Cease , cease , thou cruel ocean And let a lover rest ; Ah ! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breast ? The merchant robb'd of treasure Views tempests in despair ; But what's the loss ...
... lover , Why didst thou trust the seas ? Cease , cease , thou cruel ocean And let a lover rest ; Ah ! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breast ? The merchant robb'd of treasure Views tempests in despair ; But what's the loss ...
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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...