Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical Merit |
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... youths whose hearts e'er bled 151 Come here fond youth , whoe'er thou be Come little infant love me now 123 252 Come fhepherds we'll follow the hearse ΙΟΙ Corinna coft me many a prayer Cupid inftruct an amorous fwain 227 233 215 Cynthia ...
... youths whose hearts e'er bled 151 Come here fond youth , whoe'er thou be Come little infant love me now 123 252 Come fhepherds we'll follow the hearse ΙΟΙ Corinna coft me many a prayer Cupid inftruct an amorous fwain 227 233 215 Cynthia ...
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... youth , thy tears give o'er 241 In vain you tell your parting lover I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve It is not , Celia , in our power It was a Friar of orders gray 117 220 213 4I L ATE when love I feem'd to flight Let not ...
... youth , thy tears give o'er 241 In vain you tell your parting lover I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve It is not , Celia , in our power It was a Friar of orders gray 117 220 213 4I L ATE when love I feem'd to flight Let not ...
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... youth Strephon , when you fee me fly Swain , thy hopeless paffion fmother ELL me no more I am deceiv'd 260 267 131 232 T 235 Tell me not I my time mifpend 169 Tell my Strephon that I die 157 The Graces and the wand'ring Loves 250 The ...
... youth Strephon , when you fee me fly Swain , thy hopeless paffion fmother ELL me no more I am deceiv'd 260 267 131 232 T 235 Tell me not I my time mifpend 169 Tell my Strephon that I die 157 The Graces and the wand'ring Loves 250 The ...
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... youth , thofe tell - tale eyes 129 " Twas when the feas were roaring To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 153 Turn , gentle hermit of the dale 47 62 AIN are the charms of white and red 238 VAIN AFT me fome soft and ...
... youth , thofe tell - tale eyes 129 " Twas when the feas were roaring To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 153 Turn , gentle hermit of the dale 47 62 AIN are the charms of white and red 238 VAIN AFT me fome soft and ...
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... grass turf , And at his heels a stone . Within these holy cloysters long He languifh'd , and he died , Lamenting of a lady's love , And ' plaining of her pride . Here Here bore him barefac'd on his bier Six proper youths 42 BALLADS AND.
... grass turf , And at his heels a stone . Within these holy cloysters long He languifh'd , and he died , Lamenting of a lady's love , And ' plaining of her pride . Here Here bore him barefac'd on his bier Six proper youths 42 BALLADS AND.
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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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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.