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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... garland bless'd with many a vow , For haughty Sacharissa's brow ; And , wash'd with tears , the mournful verse That Petrarch laid on Laura's herse . But more than all the sister quire , Music confess'd ORIGIN OF SONG - WRITING . " xxvii.
... garland bless'd with many a vow , For haughty Sacharissa's brow ; And , wash'd with tears , the mournful verse That Petrarch laid on Laura's herse . But more than all the sister quire , Music confess'd ORIGIN OF SONG - WRITING . " xxvii.
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... tear bedew'd his Within yon kirk - yard wall . grave And art thou dead , thou gentle youth ! And art thou dead and ... tears bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar , My sorrow now reprove ; For I have lost the sweetest youth ...
... tear bedew'd his Within yon kirk - yard wall . grave And art thou dead , thou gentle youth ! And art thou dead and ... tears bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar , My sorrow now reprove ; For I have lost the sweetest youth ...
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... tears should flow . And will he 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 ...
... tears should flow . And will he 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 ...
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... , Can wash my fault away . Yet stay , fair lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For see beneath this gown of Thy own true love ́appears . gray Here forc'd by grief , and hopeless love These holy PASTORAL SONGS . 41.
... , Can wash my fault away . Yet stay , fair lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For see beneath this gown of Thy own true love ́appears . gray Here forc'd by grief , and hopeless love These holy PASTORAL SONGS . 41.
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... tears began to flow . His rising cares the hermit ' spied , With answering cares opprest : And whence , unhappy youth , he cried , The sorrows of thy breast ? From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ; Or grieve for ...
... tears began to flow . His rising cares the hermit ' spied , With answering cares opprest : And whence , unhappy youth , he cried , The sorrows of thy breast ? From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ; Or grieve for ...
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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...