Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritR.H. Evans, 1810 - 352 pàgines |
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Pàgina xvi
... gentle god of soft repose 253 Come here fond youth , whoe'er thou be 112 Come , Leila , fill the goblet up 299 Come little infant love me now 225 Come live with me and be my love 302 Come shepherds we ' ll follow the hearse 91 Corinna ...
... gentle god of soft repose 253 Come here fond youth , whoe'er thou be 112 Come , Leila , fill the goblet up 299 Come little infant love me now 225 Come live with me and be my love 302 Come shepherds we ' ll follow the hearse 91 Corinna ...
Pàgina xvii
... Gentle air , thou breath of lovers - 226 Gently touch the warbling lyre 326 Good madam , when ladies are willing 201 Good morrow to the day so fair 305 Go plaintive sounds , and to the fair 129 Go tell Amynta , gentle swain 104 Had I a ...
... Gentle air , thou breath of lovers - 226 Gently touch the warbling lyre 326 Good madam , when ladies are willing 201 Good morrow to the day so fair 305 Go plaintive sounds , and to the fair 129 Go tell Amynta , gentle swain 104 Had I a ...
Pàgina xix
... gentle love Say not Olinda I despise . Says Plato why should man be vain She loves and she confesses too 69 247 136 230 348 223 191 156 340 227 Should some perverse malignant star Sigh no more ladies , ladies sigh no more 242 260 Stella ...
... gentle love Say not Olinda I despise . Says Plato why should man be vain She loves and she confesses too 69 247 136 230 348 223 191 156 340 227 Should some perverse malignant star Sigh no more ladies , ladies sigh no more 242 260 Stella ...
Pàgina xx
... gentle hermit of the dale 42 ' Twas when the seas were roaring 56 Vain are the charms of white and red 212 Waft me , soft and cooling breeze , Wake , ye nightingales , oh wake Waken , Lords and Ladies gay We all to conquering beauty bow ...
... gentle hermit of the dale 42 ' Twas when the seas were roaring 56 Vain are the charms of white and red 212 Waft me , soft and cooling breeze , Wake , ye nightingales , oh wake Waken , Lords and Ladies gay We all to conquering beauty bow ...
Pàgina 29
... Gentle Shepherd : it has a con- siderable air of reality , and the descrip- tive parts , in general , are in the genuine taste of beautiful simplicity . Yet the sentiments and manners are far from being éntirely proper to the characters ...
... Gentle Shepherd : it has a con- siderable air of reality , and the descrip- tive parts , in general , are in the genuine taste of beautiful simplicity . Yet the sentiments and manners are far from being éntirely proper to the characters ...
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Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin Visualització completa - 1774 |
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Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin,Robert Harding Evans Visualització completa - 1810 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
amorous Amynta Anacreon Ballad beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Catullus 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 pastoral poetry Phyllis pieces pity plain pleasure poetical poetry prove R. B. SHERIDAN rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh SILAS WRIGHT sing smile 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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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.