Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritR.H. Evans, 1810 - 352 pages |
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... appears as the hired underling of a Musical Composer . We thought , therefore , that it would be a meritorious piece of service to the cause of Poetry , by uniting into one firm body the most excellent productions in Song- Writing , to ...
... appears as the hired underling of a Musical Composer . We thought , therefore , that it would be a meritorious piece of service to the cause of Poetry , by uniting into one firm body the most excellent productions in Song- Writing , to ...
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... appears Chloe's the wonder of her sex Chloris yourself you so excel Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled Come gentle god of soft repose Come here fond youth , whoe'er thou be 151 216 219 213 211 231 137 253 112 Come , Leila , fill ...
... appears Chloe's the wonder of her sex Chloris yourself you so excel Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled Come gentle god of soft repose Come here fond youth , whoe'er thou be 151 216 219 213 211 231 137 253 112 Come , Leila , fill ...
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... appears When first I dar'd by soft surprise When first I saw Lucinda's face When first I saw thee graceful move When first I sought fair Celia's love When first upon your tender cheek When gay Philander fell a prize 273 198 53 131 319 ...
... appears When first I dar'd by soft surprise When first I saw Lucinda's face When first I saw thee graceful move When first I sought fair Celia's love When first upon your tender cheek When gay Philander fell a prize 273 198 53 131 319 ...
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... appears Where the bee sucks , there lurk I While in the bower with beauty blest 128 149 259 127 Why , cruel creature , why so bent Why heaves my fond bosom ! ah , what can it mean Why we love and why we hate 154 321 199 Why will ...
... appears Where the bee sucks , there lurk I While in the bower with beauty blest 128 149 259 127 Why , cruel creature , why so bent Why heaves my fond bosom ! ah , what can it mean Why we love and why we hate 154 321 199 Why will ...
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... appear the more extraordinary when we reflect that some of the most excellent produc- tions in the former have been the sponta- neous growth of a rude and uncultivated B soil , whereas the latter have never flou- rished without.
... appear the more extraordinary when we reflect that some of the most excellent produc- tions in the former have been the sponta- neous growth of a rude and uncultivated B soil , whereas the latter have never flou- rished without.
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amorous Amynta Anacreon Ballad beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Celia charms cheek Chloe Chloris cried cruel Cupid Damon dart dear delight despair dost e'er epigram ev'ry eyes face fair faithless fancy fate fear flame fond gentle give grace grove heart heaven hope JOHN AIKIN kind kiss know my love lady languish lily lips live Lochinvar lov'd lover lyre Lyric Lyric poetry maid mind Muses nature ne'er Netherby never nightingale numbers nymph o'er pain passion pastoral Phoebe Phyllis pieces pity plain pleasure poetical poetry prove R. B. SHERIDAN rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh SILAS WRIGHT sing smile SOAME JENYNS soft song song-writing soul swain sweet taste tears tell tender thee thine thou thought thro Tibullus trembling true Twas vex'd vows wanton weep winds young youth
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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.