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 xviii
... thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve 241 196 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 ...
... thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve 241 196 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 xx
... thee graceful move When first I sought fair Celia's love When first upon your tender cheek When gay Philander fell a prize 273 198 53 131 319 259 109 275 . 236 120 202 234 287 When gentle Celia first I knew 232 When here Lucinda first ...
... thee graceful move When first I sought fair Celia's love When first upon your tender cheek When gay Philander fell a prize 273 198 53 131 319 259 109 275 . 236 120 202 234 287 When gentle Celia first I knew 232 When here Lucinda first ...
Pàgina 37
... , and the difficulty of interweaving the few ancient stanzas into it , and suiting his own language to them with such judgment , was greater than that of producing an en- tirely new piece . Now Christ thee save , thou reverend friar , I.
... , and the difficulty of interweaving the few ancient stanzas into it , and suiting his own language to them with such judgment , was greater than that of producing an en- tirely new piece . Now Christ thee save , thou reverend friar , I.
Pàgina 38
... thee save , thou reverend friar , I pray thee tell to me , If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou did'st see . And how should I know your true love From many another one ? O by his cockle * hat and staff , And by his sandal shoon ...
... thee save , thou reverend friar , I pray thee tell to me , If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou did'st see . And how should I know your true love From many another one ? O by his cockle * hat and staff , And by his sandal shoon ...
Pàgina 39
... thee I only wish'd to 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 then " 39 ...
... thee I only wish'd to 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 then " 39 ...
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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 (M.D.) Visualització completa - 1810 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
amorous Amynta Anacreon Ballad beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright 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 Phoebe Phyllis pieces pity plain pleasure poetical poetry prove R. B. SHERIDAN rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh SILAS WRIGHT sing smile SOAME JENYNS 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.