Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritR.H. Evans, 1810 - 352 Seiten |
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... hand , And led him to the virgin band , Where the sister Muses round Swell the deep majestic sound ; And in solemn strains unite , Breathing chaste , severe delight ; с Songs of chiefs , and heroes old , In unsubmitting.
... hand , And led him to the virgin band , Where the sister Muses round Swell the deep majestic sound ; And in solemn strains unite , Breathing chaste , severe delight ; с Songs of chiefs , and heroes old , In unsubmitting.
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... hand of art . This critical neglect has given rise to uncer- tainty in the distinctions , and irregularity in the composition of most of the minor classes of poetry ; and while the long established divisions of ode , elegy , and epigram ...
... hand of art . This critical neglect has given rise to uncer- tainty in the distinctions , and irregularity in the composition of most of the minor classes of poetry ; and while the long established divisions of ode , elegy , and epigram ...
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... hand , when the aim is to elevate and surprise , to gratify a love of novelty , and the pleas- ing luxury of indulging the fancy , all the powers of fiction must be set at work , and the imagination employed without con- trol to create ...
... hand , when the aim is to elevate and surprise , to gratify a love of novelty , and the pleas- ing luxury of indulging the fancy , all the powers of fiction must be set at work , and the imagination employed without con- trol to create ...
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... hand you cannot see , Which beckons me away . By a false heart , and broken vows , In early youth I die : Was I to blame , because the bride Is twice as rich as I ? Ah , Colin , give not her thy vows , 50 BALLADS AND.
... hand you cannot see , Which beckons me away . By a false heart , and broken vows , In early youth I die : Was I to blame , because the bride Is twice as rich as I ? Ah , Colin , give not her thy vows , 50 BALLADS AND.
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... hand That held her sable shroud . So shall the fairest face appear , When youth and years are flown ; Such is the robe that kings must wear When death has reft their crown . Her bloom was like the springing flower That sips the silver ...
... hand That held her sable shroud . So shall the fairest face appear , When youth and years are flown ; Such is the robe that kings must wear When death has reft their crown . Her bloom was like the springing flower That sips the silver ...
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amorous Amynta Anacreon Ballad beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Catullus Celia charms cheek Chloe 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 kind kiss know my love lady languish lily lips live Lochinvar lov'd lover lyre Lyric Lyric poetry maid mind move Muses nature ne'er Netherby never nightingale numbers nymph o'er pain passion pastoral poetry Phoebe Phyllis pieces pity plain pleasure poetical poetry prove R. B. SHERIDAN rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh sing smile SOAME JENYNS soft song sorrow soul sounds swain sweet taste tears tell tender thee thine thou thought thro Tibullus trembling true Twas vex'd vows warbling weep winds young youth
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Seite 260 - 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.
Seite 48 - 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.
Seite 43 - 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.
Seite 302 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Seite 337 - 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.
Seite 338 - 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?
Seite 282 - When she is by, I leave my work, I love her so sincerely; My master comes like any Turk, And bangs me most severely: But let him bang his bellyful, I'll bear it all for Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Seite 304 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Seite 263 - 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.
Seite 281 - 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...