Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical Merit |
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... Amynta , gentle swain 305 129 104 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 ...
... Amynta , gentle swain 305 129 104 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 ...
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... Amynta , gentle swain , I would not die , nor dare complain ; Thy tuneful voice with numbers join , Thy voice will more prevail than mine : For souls oppress'd , and dumb with grief , The Gods ordain'd this kind relief , That music ...
... Amynta , gentle swain , I would not die , nor dare complain ; Thy tuneful voice with numbers join , Thy voice will more prevail than mine : For souls oppress'd , and dumb with grief , The Gods ordain'd this kind relief , That music ...
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... Amynta fresh garlands I wove ; Ambition , I said , would soon cure me of love . But what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta ? why broke I my vow ? Through regions remote in vain do I rove , And bid the wide world ...
... Amynta fresh garlands I wove ; Ambition , I said , would soon cure me of love . But what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta ? why broke I my vow ? Through regions remote in vain do I rove , And bid the wide world ...
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... Amynta no more can be thine ! Thy tears are all fruitless , thy wishes are vain , The moments neglected , return not again . Ah ! what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta ? why broke I my vow ? My. time. ,. O. ' ye. [ BYROM ...
... Amynta no more can be thine ! Thy tears are all fruitless , thy wishes are vain , The moments neglected , return not again . Ah ! what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta ? why broke I my vow ? My. time. ,. O. ' ye. [ BYROM ...
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amorous Amynta Anacreon anguish beau mille beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast bright Celia charms cheek Chloe Chloris cœur CONGREVE cried cruel Cupid Damon dart dear delight despair e'er ease epigram ev'ry eyes face fair fancy fate fear flame folly fond gentle give Glastonbury thorn grace grove happy heart hope Hudibras kind kiss ladies lips live Lochinvar lov'd lover lyre Lyric Lyric poetry maid melting valued mind move nature ne'er never nightingale nymph o'er Oenone pain passion Phillips Phyllis piece pity plain pleasure poetical poetry R. B. SHERIDAN racter rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh sigh'd sing smiles SOAME JENYNS soft soul surprise swain sweet taste tears tell tender thee thine thou thought thro touch of joy trembling true Twas vex'd vows wanton witty Xanthe young youth
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Page 233 - 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.
Page 47 - More trifling still than they. " And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Page 274 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 309 - 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.
Page 269 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. "O haste thee, haste!
Page 235 - 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.
Page 254 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Page 142 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Page 45 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here, to the houseless child of want, My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Page 253 - 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...