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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... grows by Dove , And lyth as lasse of Kent : Her skin as soft as Lemster wool , As white as snow on Peakish Hull , Or swanne that swims in Trent . He goes on in the story , This mayden in a morn betime Went forth , when May was in her ...
... grows by Dove , And lyth as lasse of Kent : Her skin as soft as Lemster wool , As white as snow on Peakish Hull , Or swanne that swims in Trent . He goes on in the story , This mayden in a morn betime Went forth , when May was in her ...
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... live , For thee I wish to die . Weep no more , lady ,. weep no more , Thy sorrow is in vain : For , violets pluck'd the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again . ⚫ Our joys as winged dreams do fly , Why PASTORAL SONGS . 39.
... live , For thee I wish to die . Weep no more , lady ,. weep no more , Thy sorrow is in vain : For , violets pluck'd the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again . ⚫ Our joys as winged dreams do fly , Why PASTORAL SONGS . 39.
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... of my dear ? Should you some coast be laid on Where gold and diamonds grow , You'll find a richer maiden , But none that loves you so . * In the What D'ye call it . How can they say that Nature Has nothing made in 56 BALLADS AND.
... of my dear ? Should you some coast be laid on Where gold and diamonds grow , You'll find a richer maiden , But none that loves you so . * In the What D'ye call it . How can they say that Nature Has nothing made in 56 BALLADS AND.
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... rose From the hard rock or oozy beach , Who from each weed that barren grows , Expects the grape or downy peach , With equal faith may hope to find The truth of love in womankind . No herds have I , no fleecy care , No 70 BALLADS AND.
... rose From the hard rock or oozy beach , Who from each weed that barren grows , Expects the grape or downy peach , With equal faith may hope to find The truth of love in womankind . No herds have I , no fleecy care , No 70 BALLADS AND.
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... grow . Not a pine in my grove is there seen , But with tendrils of woodbine is bound : Not a beech's more beautiful green , But a sweet - briar entwines it around . Not my fields , in the prime of the year , More charms than my cattle ...
... grow . Not a pine in my grove is there seen , But with tendrils of woodbine is bound : Not a beech's more beautiful green , But a sweet - briar entwines it around . Not my fields , in the prime of the year , More charms than my cattle ...
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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...