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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... lips , her damask cheeks , And eyes of gloffy blue . Oh ! have you feen the lily pale When beating rains defcend ? So droop'd this flow - confuming maid , Her life now near its end . By Lucy warn'd , of flatt'ring fwains Take heed , D 4 ...
... lips , her damask cheeks , And eyes of gloffy blue . Oh ! have you feen the lily pale When beating rains defcend ? So droop'd this flow - confuming maid , Her life now near its end . By Lucy warn'd , of flatt'ring fwains Take heed , D 4 ...
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... lips were sweet , And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I , young witlefs maid , ' Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face , alas no more is fair , Thofe lips no longer red ; Dark are mine eyes now clos'd in death , And ev'ry charm is ...
... lips were sweet , And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I , young witlefs maid , ' Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face , alas no more is fair , Thofe lips no longer red ; Dark are mine eyes now clos'd in death , And ev'ry charm is ...
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... woman's eyes , Our artful lips were made to feign . ODAPHNIS , DAPHNIS , ' twas my pride , ' Twas not my heart thy love deny'd , Come back , dear youth , again . By Lucy warn'd , of flatt'ring fwains Take heed , E 2 As PASTORAL SONGS . 67.
... woman's eyes , Our artful lips were made to feign . ODAPHNIS , DAPHNIS , ' twas my pride , ' Twas not my heart thy love deny'd , Come back , dear youth , again . By Lucy warn'd , of flatt'ring fwains Take heed , E 2 As PASTORAL SONGS . 67.
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... lips were fsweet , And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I , young witless maid , ' Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face , alas no more is fair , Thofe lips no longer red ; Dark are mine eyes now clos'd in death , And ev'ry charm ...
... lips were fsweet , And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I , young witless maid , ' Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face , alas no more is fair , Thofe lips no longer red ; Dark are mine eyes now clos'd in death , And ev'ry charm ...
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... woman's eyes , Our artful lips were made to feign . ODAPHNIS , DAPHNIS , ' twas my pride , ' Twas not my heart thy love deny'd , Come back , dear youth , again . As t'other day my hand he feiz'd , My blood E 3 As PASTORAL SONGS . 67.
... woman's eyes , Our artful lips were made to feign . ODAPHNIS , DAPHNIS , ' twas my pride , ' Twas not my heart thy love deny'd , Come back , dear youth , again . As t'other day my hand he feiz'd , My blood E 3 As PASTORAL SONGS . 67.
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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 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.
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...
Страница 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.
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.
Страница 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...
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.