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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... soon lay thy shepherd down by thy cold side . Then glide , gentle brook , and to lose thyself haste , Bear this to my willow ; this verse is my last . Ah willow ! willow ! Ah willow ! willow ! [ COLLINS . ] To fair Fidele's grassy tomb ...
... soon lay thy shepherd down by thy cold side . Then glide , gentle brook , and to lose thyself haste , Bear this to my willow ; this verse is my last . Ah willow ! willow ! Ah willow ! willow ! [ COLLINS . ] To fair Fidele's grassy tomb ...
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... soon we may meet with gray hairs , Too late may repent being coy . Then , Molly , for what should we stay Till our best blood begins to run cold ? Our youth we can have but to day , We may always find time to grow old . MORTALS , learn ...
... soon we may meet with gray hairs , Too late may repent being coy . Then , Molly , for what should we stay Till our best blood begins to run cold ? Our youth we can have but to day , We may always find time to grow old . MORTALS , learn ...
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... Soon your spring must have a fall ; Losing youth , is losing all : Then you'll ask , but none will give , And may linger , but not live . BID me , when forty winters more Have furrow'd deep my pallid brow , When from my head , a scanty ...
... Soon your spring must have a fall ; Losing youth , is losing all : Then you'll ask , but none will give , And may linger , but not live . BID me , when forty winters more Have furrow'd deep my pallid brow , When from my head , a scanty ...
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... soon followed the revival of learning and the fine arts in Europe ; for , modern literature being founded upon the classical remains of an- tiquity , had not a tedious gradation to go through , but acquired immediate refine- ment ; and ...
... soon followed the revival of learning and the fine arts in Europe ; for , modern literature being founded upon the classical remains of an- tiquity , had not a tedious gradation to go through , but acquired immediate refine- ment ; and ...
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... soon you'd ne'er suspect ' em ; For she'd persuade they wound by chance , Tho ' certain aim and art direct ' em . She likes herself , yet others hates For that which in herself she prizes ; And , while she laughs at them , forgets She ...
... soon you'd ne'er suspect ' em ; For she'd persuade they wound by chance , Tho ' certain aim and art direct ' em . She likes herself , yet others hates For that which in herself she prizes ; And , while she laughs at them , forgets She ...
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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...