Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritR.H. Evans, 1810 - 352 páginas |
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... with thine eyes 263 Encompass'd in an angel's frame 351 Fair Amoret is gone astray Fair and soft , and gay and Far in the windings of a vale 193 young 145 73 Fly , thoughtless youth , th ' enchantress fly For xvi A TABLE OF FIRST LINES .
... with thine eyes 263 Encompass'd in an angel's frame 351 Fair Amoret is gone astray Fair and soft , and gay and Far in the windings of a vale 193 young 145 73 Fly , thoughtless youth , th ' enchantress fly For xvi A TABLE OF FIRST LINES .
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... gone out of the West 337 O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare 80 Of all the girls that are so smart Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair 282 49 Oft on the troubled ocean's face Oh had my love ne'er smil'd on me Oh how vain is ...
... gone out of the West 337 O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare 80 Of all the girls that are so smart Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair 282 49 Oft on the troubled ocean's face Oh had my love ne'er smil'd on me Oh how vain is ...
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... gone ! Lady he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grass turf , And at his heels a stone . Within these holy cloisters long He languish'd , and he died , Lamenting of a lady's love , And ' plaining of her pride . * These are the ...
... gone ! Lady he's dead and gone ! And at his head a green grass turf , And at his heels a stone . Within these holy cloisters long He languish'd , and he died , Lamenting of a lady's love , And ' plaining of her pride . * These are the ...
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... gone ! And did'st thou die for love of me ! Break , cruel heart of stone ! O weep not , lady , weep not so ; Some ghostly comfort seek : Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart , Nor tears bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar ...
... gone ! And did'st thou die for love of me ! Break , cruel heart of stone ! O weep not , lady , weep not so ; Some ghostly comfort seek : Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart , Nor tears bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar ...
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... gone and over , And nine long tedious days ; Why didst thou , vent'rous lover , Why didst thou trust the seas ? Cease , cease , thou cruel ocean And let a lover rest ; Ah ! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breast ? The ...
... gone and over , And nine long tedious days ; Why didst thou , vent'rous lover , Why didst thou trust the seas ? Cease , cease , thou cruel ocean And let a lover rest ; Ah ! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breast ? The ...
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amorous Amynta Anacreon Ballad beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Catullus Celia charms cheek Chloe 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 kind kiss know my love lady languish lily lips live Lochinvar lov'd lover lyre Lyric Lyric poetry maid mind move Muses nature ne'er Netherby never nightingale numbers nymph o'er pain passion pastoral poetry Phoebe Phyllis pieces pity plain pleasure poetical poetry prove R. B. SHERIDAN rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh sing smile SOAME JENYNS soft song sorrow soul sounds swain sweet taste tears tell tender thee thine thou thought thro Tibullus trembling true Twas vex'd vows warbling weep winds young youth
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Página 260 - 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.
Página 48 - 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.
Página 43 - 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.
Página 302 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Página 337 - Oh ! 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.
Página 338 - 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?
Página 282 - When she is by, I leave my work, I love her so sincerely; My master comes like any Turk, And bangs me most severely: But let him bang his bellyful, I'll bear it all for Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Página 304 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Página 263 - 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.
Página 281 - And it seem'd to a fanciful view To weep for the buds it had left, with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...