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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... whose hearts are free Ye little loves that round her wait 96 269 163 230 Yes , faireft proof of beauty's power 116 Yes , Fulvia is like Venus fair 219 Ye fhepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain 162 Ye fhepherds give ear to my lay ...
... whose hearts are free Ye little loves that round her wait 96 269 163 230 Yes , faireft proof of beauty's power 116 Yes , Fulvia is like Venus fair 219 Ye fhepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain 162 Ye fhepherds give ear to my lay ...
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... Whose whole eftate , alas ! is love . How wretched is the faithful youth Since womens hearts are bought and fold : They afk no vows of facred truth , Whene'er they figh , they figh for gold . Gold can the frowns of fcorn remove ? But I ...
... Whose whole eftate , alas ! is love . How wretched is the faithful youth Since womens hearts are bought and fold : They afk no vows of facred truth , Whene'er they figh , they figh for gold . Gold can the frowns of fcorn remove ? But I ...
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... Whose only wish on earth was now To fee her bleft , and die . The fofteft blush that nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek ; Such orient colour fmiles thro ' heav'n When May's fweet mornings break . Nor let the pride of great ones ...
... Whose only wish on earth was now To fee her bleft , and die . The fofteft blush that nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek ; Such orient colour fmiles thro ' heav'n When May's fweet mornings break . Nor let the pride of great ones ...
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... Whose greatest failing is her love , And that her love for you ? Say , would you ufe that very power You from her fondnefs claim , To ruin in one fatal hour A life of spotless fame . Refolve not then to do an ill Because perhaps you may ...
... Whose greatest failing is her love , And that her love for you ? Say , would you ufe that very power You from her fondnefs claim , To ruin in one fatal hour A life of spotless fame . Refolve not then to do an ill Because perhaps you may ...
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... whose lips like May Still laugh at the fweets they bring ; Where love never knows decay , But fits with eternal fpring . LEE . W AFT me fome foft and cooling breeze To Windfor's fhady kind retreat , Where fylvan scenes , wide spreading ...
... whose lips like May Still laugh at the fweets they bring ; Where love never knows decay , But fits with eternal fpring . LEE . W AFT me fome foft and cooling breeze To Windfor's fhady kind retreat , Where fylvan scenes , wide spreading ...
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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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