Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical Merit |
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... ne'er could any lustre see 312 I never knew a sprightly fair 277 I prithee send me back my heart I smile at love and all his arts If all the world and love were young If ever thou didst joy to bind If the quick spirit of your eye If ...
... ne'er could any lustre see 312 I never knew a sprightly fair 277 I prithee send me back my heart I smile at love and all his arts If all the world and love were young If ever thou didst joy to bind If the quick spirit of your eye If ...
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... er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare Of all the girls that are so smart Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair Oft on the troubled ocean's face Oh had my love ne'er smil'd on me Oh how vain is every blessing Oh turn away those ...
... er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare Of all the girls that are so smart Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair Oft on the troubled ocean's face Oh had my love ne'er smil'd on me Oh how vain is every blessing Oh turn away those ...
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... er won lady's love . And now , alas ! for thy sad loss I'll evermore weep and sigh ; For thee I only wish'd to live ... ne'er make grow again . Our joys as winged dreams do fly , Why then PASTORAL SONGS . 39.
... er won lady's love . And now , alas ! for thy sad loss I'll evermore weep and sigh ; For thee I only wish'd to live ... ne'er make grow again . Our joys as winged dreams do fly , Why then PASTORAL SONGS . 39.
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... ne'er come again ? Will he ne'er come again ? Ah ! no , he is dead and laid in his grave , For ever to remain . His cheek was redder than the rose , The com❜liest youth was he : But he is dead , and laid in his grave : Alas ! and woe ...
... ne'er come again ? Will he ne'er come again ? Ah ! no , he is dead and laid in his grave , For ever to remain . His cheek was redder than the rose , The com❜liest youth was he : But he is dead , and laid in his grave : Alas ! and woe ...
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... ne'er again , To breathe your vows , or speak your pain , He bow'd , obey'd , and died . THE MAD MAIDEN . 1 ONE NE morning very early 68 BALLADS AND.
... ne'er again , To breathe your vows , or speak your pain , He bow'd , obey'd , and died . THE MAD MAIDEN . 1 ONE NE morning very early 68 BALLADS AND.
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amorous Amynta Anacreon anguish beau mille beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast bright Celia charms cheek Chloe Chloris 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 turn 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...