Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritW. Eyres, 1774 - 286 pages |
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... plain , dear 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 ...
... plain , dear 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 ...
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... plain 162 Ye fhepherds give ear to my lay 98 90 Ye fhepherds fo chearful and gay Yes , I'm in love , I feel it now Young I am and yet unskill'd b 229 172 NAMES OF AUTHORS , WITH REFERENCES . Page . 123 TABLE OF FIRST LINES . xvii.
... plain 162 Ye fhepherds give ear to my lay 98 90 Ye fhepherds fo chearful and gay Yes , I'm in love , I feel it now Young I am and yet unskill'd b 229 172 NAMES OF AUTHORS , WITH REFERENCES . Page . 123 TABLE OF FIRST LINES . xvii.
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... . What is reality on the foft Arcadian and Sicilian plains , is all fiction here ; and though by reading we may be fo famili- arized to these imaginary scenes as to ac- quire a fort of natural taste for them , yet quire PASTORAL SONGS . 31.
... . What is reality on the foft Arcadian and Sicilian plains , is all fiction here ; and though by reading we may be fo famili- arized to these imaginary scenes as to ac- quire a fort of natural taste for them , yet quire PASTORAL SONGS . 31.
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... fupported his head ; The wind that blew over the plain To his fighs with a figh did reply , And the brook in return to his pain Ran mournfully murmuring by . E 3 Alas ! Alas ! filly fwain that I was ! Thus fadly PASTORAL SONGS . 69.
... fupported his head ; The wind that blew over the plain To his fighs with a figh did reply , And the brook in return to his pain Ran mournfully murmuring by . E 3 Alas ! Alas ! filly fwain that I was ! Thus fadly PASTORAL SONGS . 69.
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... plain , And fee me laid low in the ground : The laft humble boon that I crave Is to fhade me with cypress and yew , And when the looks down on my grave Let her own that her shepherd was true . Then to her new love let her go , And deck ...
... plain , And fee me laid low in the ground : The laft humble boon that I crave Is to fhade me with cypress and yew , And when the looks down on my grave Let her own that her shepherd was true . Then to her new love let her go , And deck ...
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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.