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 x
... tell them the worth of his present . It may perhaps be a matter of surprise , that after so much labour I have not been able to furnish a larger Collection than is here offered , but on considering the manner in which these pieces have ...
... tell them the worth of his present . It may perhaps be a matter of surprise , that after so much labour I have not been able to furnish a larger Collection than is here offered , but on considering the manner in which these pieces have ...
Pàgina xvii
... tell Amynta , gentle swain 104 Had I a heart for falsehood framed 310 Hail to the myrtle shade 124 Hard is the fate of him who loves 306 Hark , hark , ' tis a voice from the tomb 295 How blest has my time been , what days have I known ...
... tell Amynta , gentle swain 104 Had I a heart for falsehood framed 310 Hail to the myrtle shade 124 Hard is the fate of him who loves 306 Hark , hark , ' tis a voice from the tomb 295 How blest has my time been , what days have I known ...
Pàgina xviii
... tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve 196 It is not , Celia , in our power - 191 It was a friar of order gray 37 Late when love I seem'd to slight 221 Let not love on me bestow 199 Let the ambitious favor find 132 Love and folly ...
... tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve 196 It is not , Celia , in our power - 191 It was a friar of order gray 37 Late when love I seem'd to slight 221 Let not love on me bestow 199 Let the ambitious favor find 132 Love and folly ...
Pàgina xix
... Tell me no more I am deceived 209 Tell me not how fair she is 324 Tell me not I my time misspend 153 Tell me no more of pointed darts 345 Tell my Strephon that I die 143 The boatmen shout , ' tis time to part - 276 The day is ...
... Tell me no more I am deceived 209 Tell me not how fair she is 324 Tell me not I my time misspend 153 Tell me no more of pointed darts 345 Tell my Strephon that I die 143 The boatmen shout , ' tis time to part - 276 The day is ...
Pàgina xx
... tell - tale eyes 117 To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 139 Turn , 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 ...
... tell - tale eyes 117 To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 139 Turn , 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 ...
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Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin Visualització completa - 1774 |
Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin Visualització completa - 1774 |
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.