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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... of interweaving the few ancient stanzas into it , and suiting his own language to them with such judgment , was greater than that of producing an en- tirely new piece . • Now Christ thee save , thou reverend friar , BALLADS ...
... of interweaving the few ancient stanzas into it , and suiting his own language to them with such judgment , was greater than that of producing an en- tirely new piece . • Now Christ thee save , thou reverend friar , BALLADS ...
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... thou reverend friar , I pray thee tell to me , If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou did'st see . And how should I know your true love From many another one ? O by his cockle * hat and staff , And by his sandal shoon . But ...
... thou reverend friar , I pray thee tell to me , If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou did'st see . And how should I know your true love From many another one ? O by his cockle * hat and staff , And by his sandal shoon . But ...
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... thou dead , thou gentle youth ! And art thou dead and gone ! And did'st thou die for love of me ! Break , cruel heart of stone ! O weep not , lady , weep not so ; Some ghostly comfort seek : Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart , Nor ...
... thou dead , thou gentle youth ! And art thou dead and gone ! And did'st thou die for love of me ! Break , cruel heart of stone ! O weep not , lady , weep not so ; Some ghostly comfort seek : Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart , Nor ...
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... thou holy friar ; I pray thee , say not so : For since my true love died for me , ' Tis meet my tears should flow ... thou been fond , he had been false , And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found , Since summer ...
... thou holy friar ; I pray thee , say not so : For since my true love died for me , ' Tis meet my tears should flow ... thou been fond , he had been false , And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found , Since summer ...
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... thou holy friar , I pray thee say not so ; My love he had the truest heart : O he was ever true ! And art thou dead , thou much - lov'd youth , ' And didst thou die for me ? Then farewell home ; for , evermore A pilgrim I will be . But ...
... thou holy friar , I pray thee say not so ; My love he had the truest heart : O he was ever true ! And art thou dead , thou much - lov'd youth , ' And didst thou die for me ? Then farewell home ; for , evermore A pilgrim I will be . But ...
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amorous Amynta Anacreon anguish beau mille beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast bright Celia charms cheek Chloe Chloris CONGREVE cried cruel Cupid Damon dart dear delight despair e'er ease epigram ev'ry eyes face fair fancy fate fear flame folly fond gentle give Glastonbury thorn grace grove happy heart hope Hudibras kind kiss ladies lips live Lochinvar lov'd lover lyre Lyric Lyric poetry maid melting valued mind move nature ne'er never nightingale nymph o'er Oenone pain passion Phillips Phyllis piece pity plain pleasure poetical poetry R. B. SHERIDAN racter rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh sigh'd sing smiles SOAME JENYNS soft soul surprise swain sweet taste tears tell tender thee thine thou thought thro touch of joy trembling true turn Twas vex'd vows wanton witty Xanthe young youth
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Стр. 233 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Стр. 47 - More trifling still than they. " And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Стр. 274 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Стр. 309 - 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. 269 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. "O haste thee, haste!
Стр. 235 - 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. 254 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Стр. 142 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Стр. 45 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here, to the houseless child of want, My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Стр. 253 - 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...