Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritR.H. Evans, 1810 - 352 pages |
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... breath of 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 ...
... breath of 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 ...
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... the boy's reluctant hand , And led him to the virgin band , Where the sister Muses round Swell the deep majestic sound ; And in solemn strains unite , Breathing chaste , severe delight ; с Songs of chiefs , and heroes old , In unsubmitting.
... the boy's reluctant hand , And led him to the virgin band , Where the sister Muses round Swell the deep majestic sound ; And in solemn strains unite , Breathing chaste , severe delight ; с Songs of chiefs , and heroes old , In unsubmitting.
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... breath perfum'd the air , And scatter'd sweet contagion there ; Relenting nature learn'd to languish ; And sicken'd with delightful anguish : Receive him , artless yet and young ; Refine his air , and smooth his tongue ; Conduct him ...
... breath perfum'd the air , And scatter'd sweet contagion there ; Relenting nature learn'd to languish ; And sicken'd with delightful anguish : Receive him , artless yet and young ; Refine his air , and smooth his tongue ; Conduct him ...
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... breath is Africk's spicy gale , Thy skin is ivory so white ; Thus every beauteous object that I view , Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue . Tho ' battle calls me from thy arms , Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Tho ' cannons roar ...
... breath is Africk's spicy gale , Thy skin is ivory so white ; Thus every beauteous object that I view , Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue . Tho ' battle calls me from thy arms , Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Tho ' cannons roar ...
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... I thought , ' tis what I fear'd , And yet I pardon you , she cried ; But you shall promise ne'er again , To breathe your vows , or speak your pain , He bow'd , obey'd , and died . 1 THE MAD MAIDEN . ONE morning very early , 68 BALLADS AND.
... I thought , ' tis what I fear'd , And yet I pardon you , she cried ; But you shall promise ne'er again , To breathe your vows , or speak your pain , He bow'd , obey'd , and died . 1 THE MAD MAIDEN . ONE morning very early , 68 BALLADS AND.
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Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin Affichage du livre entier - 1774 |
Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin Affichage du livre entier - 1774 |
Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin,Robert Harding Evans Affichage du livre entier - 1810 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...