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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... happy swains whose hearts are free Ye little loves that round her wait 289 327 261 148 205 Yes , fairest proof of beauty's power 105 Yes , Fulvia is like Venus fair 195 Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain 147 Ye shepherds ...
... happy swains whose hearts are free Ye little loves that round her wait 289 327 261 148 205 Yes , fairest proof of beauty's power 105 Yes , Fulvia is like Venus fair 195 Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain 147 Ye shepherds ...
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... Tis your's to cull with happy art Each meaning verse that speaks the heart , And fair array'd , in order meet , To lay the wreath at Beauty's feet . ESSAY ON SONG - WRITING IN GENERAL . WHILE the Xxviii ORIGIN OF SONG - WRITING .
... Tis your's to cull with happy art Each meaning verse that speaks the heart , And fair array'd , in order meet , To lay the wreath at Beauty's feet . ESSAY ON SONG - WRITING IN GENERAL . WHILE the Xxviii ORIGIN OF SONG - WRITING .
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... happy source of the description of emotions . Thus , the fluttering pulse , the changing colour , the feverish glow , the failing heart , and the confused senses , being natural and inva- riable symptoms of the passion of love , would ...
... happy source of the description of emotions . Thus , the fluttering pulse , the changing colour , the feverish glow , the failing heart , and the confused senses , being natural and inva- riable symptoms of the passion of love , would ...
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... happy effect . Perhaps the English alone , of all the moderns , have known how to unite the most perfect simplicity with real ele- gance and poetical expression ; and it is to be hoped we shall never want taste to } relish the beauties ...
... happy effect . Perhaps the English alone , of all the moderns , have known how to unite the most perfect simplicity with real ele- gance and poetical expression ; and it is to be hoped we shall never want taste to } relish the beauties ...
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... happy should I be ! For I love my love , because I know my love loves me . I'll make a strawy garland , I'll make it wondrous fine , With roses , lilies , daisies , I'll mix the eglantine ; And I'll present it to my love when he returns ...
... happy should I be ! For I love my love , because I know my love loves me . I'll make a strawy garland , I'll make it wondrous fine , With roses , lilies , daisies , I'll mix the eglantine ; And I'll present it to my love when he returns ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
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...