Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritW. Eyres, 1774 - 286 страница |
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... cruel eyes On a bank befide a willow O Nancy wilt thou go with me 240 152 178 On Belvidera's bofom lying One morning very early , one morning in the spring 209 76 PR REPAR'D to rail , refolv'd to part 150 Pursuing beauty men descry 259 ...
... cruel eyes On a bank befide a willow O Nancy wilt thou go with me 240 152 178 On Belvidera's bofom lying One morning very early , one morning in the spring 209 76 PR REPAR'D to rail , refolv'd to part 150 Pursuing beauty men descry 259 ...
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... cruel you seem to my pain 161 Thy fatal fhafts unerring move 113 " Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes 135 ' Tis now fince I fat down before 256 To fair Fidele's graffy tomb 154 Too plain , dear youth , thofe tell - tale eyes ...
... cruel you seem to my pain 161 Thy fatal fhafts unerring move 113 " Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes 135 ' Tis now fince I fat down before 256 To fair Fidele's graffy tomb 154 Too plain , dear youth , thofe tell - tale eyes ...
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... cruel creature , why fo bent Why we love and why we hate 170 223 Why will Florella while I gaze 272 Why will you my passion reprove Wine , wine in the morning E happy fwains whofe hearts are free YE Ye little loves that round her wait ...
... cruel creature , why fo bent Why we love and why we hate 170 223 Why will Florella while I gaze 272 Why will you my passion reprove Wine , wine in the morning E happy fwains whofe hearts are free YE Ye little loves that round her wait ...
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... cruel heart of ftone ! O weep not , lady , weep not fo ; Some ghoftly comfort feek : Let not vain forrow rive thy heart , Nor tears bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar , My forrow now reprove ; For I have loft the sweetest ...
... cruel heart of ftone ! O weep not , lady , weep not fo ; Some ghoftly comfort feek : Let not vain forrow rive thy heart , Nor tears bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar , My forrow now reprove ; For I have loft the sweetest ...
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... cruel truth reveal Which nothing from my breaft fhould tear , Which never fhould offend your ear , But that you bid me tell . ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus complain , Since you appear'd upon the plain , You are the caufe of all my care ...
... cruel truth reveal Which nothing from my breaft fhould tear , Which never fhould offend your ear , But that you bid me tell . ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus complain , Since you appear'd upon the plain , You are the caufe of all my care ...
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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
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Страница 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...
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Страница 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.
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Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.