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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... young and fair , 235 As Granville's soft numbers tune Myra's just praise 316 As near a weeping spring reclin'd 116 As on a summer's day 65 As the snow in vallies lying 218 Ask if yon damask rose be sweet 326 Ask me why I send you here ...
... young and fair , 235 As Granville's soft numbers tune Myra's just praise 316 As near a weeping spring reclin'd 116 As on a summer's day 65 As the snow in vallies lying 218 Ask if yon damask rose be sweet 326 Ask me why I send you here ...
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... eyes 263 Encompass'd in an angel's frame 351 Fair Amoret is gone astray Fair and soft , and gay and Far in the windings of a vale 193 young 145 73 Fly , thoughtless youth , th ' enchantress fly For xvi A TABLE OF FIRST LINES .
... eyes 263 Encompass'd in an angel's frame 351 Fair Amoret is gone astray Fair and soft , and gay and Far in the windings of a vale 193 young 145 73 Fly , thoughtless youth , th ' enchantress fly For xvi A TABLE OF FIRST LINES .
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... young If ever thou didst joy to bind If the quick spirit of your eye If truth can fix the wavering heart If wine and music have the range power around the shady bow'rs In a cottage embosom'd within a deep shade In Chloris all soft ...
... young If ever thou didst joy to bind If the quick spirit of your eye If truth can fix the wavering heart If wine and music have the range power around the shady bow'rs In a cottage embosom'd within a deep shade In Chloris all soft ...
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... young Lochinvar is gone out of the West 337 O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare 80 Of all the girls that are so smart Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair 282 49 Oft on the troubled ocean's face Oh had my love ne'er smil'd ...
... young Lochinvar is gone out of the West 337 O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare 80 Of all the girls that are so smart Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair 282 49 Oft on the troubled ocean's face Oh had my love ne'er smil'd ...
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... my heart 325 Yes , I'm in love , I feel it now 204 You tell me I'm handsome , I know not how true 294 Young I am , and yet unskill'd 156 NAMES OF AUTHORS , WITH REFERENCES . Addison , 189 A TABLE OF FIRST LINES . xxi.
... my heart 325 Yes , I'm in love , I feel it now 204 You tell me I'm handsome , I know not how true 294 Young I am , and yet unskill'd 156 NAMES OF AUTHORS , WITH REFERENCES . Addison , 189 A TABLE OF FIRST LINES . xxi.
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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...