Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical Merit |
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... 215 The nymph that I lov'd was as cheerful as day 315 The rose had been wash'd , just wash'd in a show'r The shape and face let others prize 281 334 There is one dark and sullen hour The sun was A TABLE OF FIRST LINES . xix.
... 215 The nymph that I lov'd was as cheerful as day 315 The rose had been wash'd , just wash'd in a show'r The shape and face let others prize 281 334 There is one dark and sullen hour The sun was A TABLE OF FIRST LINES . xix.
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... lov'd youth , And didst thou die for me ? Then farewell home ; for , evermore A pilgrim I will be . But first upon my true love's grave My weary limbs I'll lay , And thrice I'll kiss the green - grass turf , That wraps his breathless ...
... lov'd youth , And didst thou die for me ? Then farewell home ; for , evermore A pilgrim I will be . But first upon my true love's grave My weary limbs I'll lay , And thrice I'll kiss the green - grass turf , That wraps his breathless ...
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... lov'd , As her fancy mov❜d , • Came walking forth that way . And as she passed by , With a scornful glance of her eye , What a shame , quoth she , For a swain must it be , Like a lazy loon for to lie ? And dost thou nothing heed What ...
... lov'd , As her fancy mov❜d , • Came walking forth that way . And as she passed by , With a scornful glance of her eye , What a shame , quoth she , For a swain must it be , Like a lazy loon for to lie ? And dost thou nothing heed What ...
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... lov'd maid in my arms . Now jocund together we tend a few sheep , And if on the banks , by the stream , Reclin❜d on her bosom I sink into sleep , Her image still softens my dream . Together we range o'er the slow rising hills ...
... lov'd maid in my arms . Now jocund together we tend a few sheep , And if on the banks , by the stream , Reclin❜d on her bosom I sink into sleep , Her image still softens my dream . Together we range o'er the slow rising hills ...
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... be true , she averr'd , Who could rob a poor bird of its young : And I lov'd her the more , when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue . I have heard her with sweetness unfold How that pity PASTORAL SONGS . 85.
... be true , she averr'd , Who could rob a poor bird of its young : And I lov'd her the more , when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue . I have heard her with sweetness unfold How that pity PASTORAL SONGS . 85.
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Page 243 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Page 315 - River where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 243 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 278 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Page 283 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 315 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 38 - 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. " And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Tvvas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Page 33 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Page 316 - Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
Page 245 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.