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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... hour Strephon has fashion , wit and youth Strephon , when you see me fly Swain , thy hopeless paffion fmother T ELL ... hours are almost past 118 The 1 Page The merchant to fecure his treafure 242 There is TABLE OF FIRST LINES . XV HALIL ...
... hour Strephon has fashion , wit and youth Strephon , when you see me fly Swain , thy hopeless paffion fmother T ELL ... hours are almost past 118 The 1 Page The merchant to fecure his treafure 242 There is TABLE OF FIRST LINES . XV HALIL ...
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... hour 159 The fun was funk beneath the hill The western sky was purpled o'er 77 86 Tho ' cruel you feem to my pain 161 Thy fatal shafts unerring move 113 " Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes 135 " Tis now fince I fat down before ...
... hour 159 The fun was funk beneath the hill The western sky was purpled o'er 77 86 Tho ' cruel you feem to my pain 161 Thy fatal shafts unerring move 113 " Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes 135 " Tis now fince I fat down before ...
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... d his penfive guest : And spread his vegetable store , And gaily preft , and fmil'd ; And skill'd in legendary lore , The lingering hours beguil❜d . Ꭰ Around Around in fympathetic mirth Its tricks the kitten tries ; PASTORAL SONGS . 49.
... d his penfive guest : And spread his vegetable store , And gaily preft , and fmil'd ; And skill'd in legendary lore , The lingering hours beguil❜d . Ꭰ Around Around in fympathetic mirth Its tricks the kitten tries ; PASTORAL SONGS . 49.
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... And felt or feign'd a flame . Each hour the mercenary crowd , With richest presents ftrove : Among the reft young EDWIN bow'd , But never talk'd of love . In In humble fimpleft habit clad , No wealth nor power 52 BALLADS AND.
... And felt or feign'd a flame . Each hour the mercenary crowd , With richest presents ftrove : Among the reft young EDWIN bow'd , But never talk'd of love . In In humble fimpleft habit clad , No wealth nor power 52 BALLADS AND.
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... EDWIN here , Reftor'd to love and thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And ev'ry care refign : And fhall we never , never part , My life my all that's mine ? No , No , never from this hour to part , We'll 54 BALLADS AND.
... EDWIN here , Reftor'd to love and thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And ev'ry care refign : And fhall we never , never part , My life my all that's mine ? No , No , never from this hour to part , We'll 54 BALLADS AND.
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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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