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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... dead and gone ! Lady he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grafs turf , And at his heels a ftone . Within these holy cloysters long He languish'd , and he died , Lamenting of a lady's love , And ' plaining of her pride . Here ...
... dead and gone ! Lady he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grafs turf , And at his heels a ftone . Within these holy cloysters long He languish'd , and he died , Lamenting of a lady's love , And ' plaining of her pride . Here ...
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... dead , thou gentle youth ! And art thou dead and gone ! And did'st thou die for love of me ! Break , cruel heart of ftone ! O weep not , lady , weep not fo ; Some ghoftly comfort feek : Let not vain forrow rive thy heart , Nor tears ...
... dead , thou gentle youth ! And art thou dead and gone ! And did'st thou die for love of me ! Break , cruel heart of ftone ! O weep not , lady , weep not fo ; Some ghoftly comfort feek : Let not vain forrow rive thy heart , Nor tears ...
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... dead and laid in his grave , For ever to remain . His cheek was redder than the rofe , The com❜lieft youth was he : - But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas ! and woe is me ! Sigh no more , lady , figh no more , Sigh 44 BALLADS AND.
... dead and laid in his grave , For ever to remain . His cheek was redder than the rofe , The com❜lieft youth was he : - But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas ! and woe is me ! Sigh no more , lady , figh no more , Sigh 44 BALLADS AND.
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... dead , thou much - lov'd youth , And didft thou die for me ? Then farewel home ; for , ever - more A pilgrim I will be . But firft upon my true - love's grave My weary limbs I'll lay , And thrice I'll kiss the green - grafs turf , That ...
... dead , thou much - lov'd youth , And didft thou die for me ? Then farewel home ; for , ever - more A pilgrim I will be . But firft upon my true - love's grave My weary limbs I'll lay , And thrice I'll kiss the green - grafs turf , That ...
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... dead of night , A bell was heard to ring ; And fhrieking at her window thrice , The raven flapp'd her wing . Too well the love - lorn maiden knew The folemn - boding found , And thus in dying words bespoke The maidens weeping round . I ...
... dead of night , A bell was heard to ring ; And fhrieking at her window thrice , The raven flapp'd her wing . Too well the love - lorn maiden knew The folemn - boding found , And thus in dying words bespoke The maidens weeping round . I ...
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Anacreon antient beauty becauſe befide bleft bluſh bofom breaft CATULLUS CELIA charms CHLOE compariſon compofition cruel dear defire deſcription deſpair eaſe Engliſh epigram expreffion eyes fair falfe fancy fatire feek feem fentiment fhade fhall fhepherd fhould figh fimplicity fince fing firft firſt fmiles foft fome fond fong fong-writing forrows foul ftill ftrain fubject fuch furprize fwain fweet gentle give grace heart itſelf kind know my love laft lefs loft lov'd lover Lyric poetry maid meaſure moſt mufic muft muſt nature ne'er nymph o'er paffion paftoral pain PHYLLIS pieces pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poetical poetry praiſe prefent purpoſe racter reft rofe Sappho ſcene ſhall ſhe ſmile SOAME JENYNS ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtay ſtill taſte tears tell tender thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro tivation Twas uſed vows whofe whoſe wiſh youth
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