Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritW. Eyres, 1774 - 286 pagina's |
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Pagina ix
... Spring Gardens ; fo that in a year's time they are as much out of date as an almanack . From this account it will be perceived , that after making ufe of one of the best old collet- tions as a ftandard , all the rest were little more ...
... Spring Gardens ; fo that in a year's time they are as much out of date as an almanack . From this account it will be perceived , that after making ufe of one of the best old collet- tions as a ftandard , all the rest were little more ...
Pagina xii
... spring reclin'd 128 As on a fummer's day 72 As the fnow in vallies lying 244 At Cynthia's feet I pray'd , I wept Away , let nought to love displeasing B ID me when forty winters more Bleft as th ' immortal Gods is he Boaft not ...
... spring reclin'd 128 As on a fummer's day 72 As the fnow in vallies lying 244 At Cynthia's feet I pray'd , I wept Away , let nought to love displeasing B ID me when forty winters more Bleft as th ' immortal Gods is he Boaft not ...
Pagina xv
... spring 209 76 PR REPAR'D to rail , refolv'd to part 150 Pursuing beauty men descry 259 SAX AY , lovely dream , where couldst thou find 251 Say , Myra , why is gentle Love 214 Say not , Olinda , I despise 173 She loves and fhe confeffes ...
... spring 209 76 PR REPAR'D to rail , refolv'd to part 150 Pursuing beauty men descry 259 SAX AY , lovely dream , where couldst thou find 251 Say , Myra , why is gentle Love 214 Say not , Olinda , I despise 173 She loves and fhe confeffes ...
Pagina 48
... spring . Then , pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; For earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . Soft Soft as the dew from heav'n defcends , His gentle 48 BALLADS AND.
... spring . Then , pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; For earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . Soft Soft as the dew from heav'n defcends , His gentle 48 BALLADS AND.
Pagina 76
... spring , I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did fing , Her chains fhe rattled on her hands while sweetly thus fung fhe , I love my love , because I know my love loves me . Oh cruel were his parents who sent my love to sea , And ...
... spring , I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did fing , Her chains fhe rattled on her hands while sweetly thus fung fhe , I love my love , because I know my love loves me . Oh cruel were his parents who sent my love to sea , And ...
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Anacreon antient ballad beauty becauſe blefs bleft bluſh bofom breaſt CATULLUS CELIA charms cheek CHLOE circumſtance compariſon compofition cruel cry'd dear defcription defire deſpair Engliſh epigram expreffion eyes face fair falfe fancy fatire feek fentiment fhade fhall fhepherd fhould figh fimple fimplicity fince fing firft firſt fmiles foft fome fond fong forrows foul fpread ftill fubject fuch fung furprize fwain fweet gentle give grace heart itſelf know my love laft lefs lov'd lover Lyric Lyric poetry maid meaſure moſt mufic muft muſt nature ne'er nymph o'er paffion paftoral pain paſt PHYLLIS pieces pity plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poetical poetry praiſe purpoſe racter reft rofe Sappho ſcene ſhall ſhe SOAME JENYNS ſpeak ſpring ſtill ſtory ſtrain ſweet taſte tears tender thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Twas vows weep whofe wiſh youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 53 - 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.
Pagina 86 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Pagina 47 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Pagina 84 - To visit some far distant shrine, If he bear but a relique away, Is happy, nor heard to repine. Thus, widely remov'd from the fair, Where my vows, my devotion I owe ; Soft hope is the relique I bear, And my solace wherever I go.
Pagina 164 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
Pagina 86 - With the lilac to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves. What strains of wild melody flow!
Pagina 57 - Ah, Colin ! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone : Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, Nor think him all thy own.
Pagina 108 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid.
Pagina 54 - Twas Edwin's self that press'd. « Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, ^ ^ Restored to love and thee. « Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign ; And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine? « No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Pagina 87 - Are the groves and the valleys as gay, And the shepherds as gentle as ours ? The groves may perhaps be as fair, And the face of the valleys as fine ; The swains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine.