The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs, Том 2J. Walthoe, 1727 |
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... passion : To all the fex deceitful A long and laft adieu ; Since women prove ungrateful As oft as men prove true . The pains they cause are many , And long and hard to bear ; The joys they give ( if any ) Few , fhort , and unfincere ...
... passion : To all the fex deceitful A long and laft adieu ; Since women prove ungrateful As oft as men prove true . The pains they cause are many , And long and hard to bear ; The joys they give ( if any ) Few , fhort , and unfincere ...
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... passion fings , ind to fome bright applauded dame , In Sappho's words , thus fpeaks a real flame . Ode from the Greek of Sappho , by Mr. PHILIPS . Bleft as th ' immortal gods is he , The youth , who fondly fits by thee , And fees and ...
... passion fings , ind to fome bright applauded dame , In Sappho's words , thus fpeaks a real flame . Ode from the Greek of Sappho , by Mr. PHILIPS . Bleft as th ' immortal gods is he , The youth , who fondly fits by thee , And fees and ...
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am'rous beauty Becauſe bleft breaſt bright cauſe ceaſe Celia charms Clarinda Cloe conftant cou'd cruel cry'd Cupid Damon dart dear defire deſpair difdain diſcover doth e'er eaſe eyes faid fair falfe fate fcorn fear fhade fhall fhepherd fhining fhou'd figh'd fighs filly fince fing fire firſt flame flave fmiles foft fome fond fool foon forrow foul ftill fuch fung fure fwain fweet gentle give grace grief grove heart Highland laddie kifs laſt lov'd Love for love love's lover maid moſt mufe mufick muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Phillis pleaſe pleaſure pow'r pride purſue raiſe reafon reft reſt ſay ſeen ſhall ſhe Silvia ſmile ſtill ſtream Strephon ſuch ſwain ſweet tears tell thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro treaſure trifle Twas vows Whilft whofe Whoſe wine wou'd youth
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Страница 87 - But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above.
Страница 269 - Word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, That I may...
Страница 35 - Not, Celia, that I juster am Or better than the rest ; For I would change each hour, like them, Were not my heart at rest. But I am tied to very thee By every thought I have ; Thy face I only care to see, Thy heart I only crave.
Страница 55 - She cast not back a pitying eye : But left her lover in despair To sigh, to languish, and to die: Ah! how can those fair eyes endure To give the wounds they will not cure? Great God of Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land?
Страница 20 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid.
Страница 55 - Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land? Where thou hadst placed such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.
Страница 105 - Such beauty and pleasure does yield . The warblers are heard in the grove, The linnet, the lark, and the thrush, The blackbird, and sweet cooing dove, With music enchant every bush.
Страница 87 - Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!
Страница 127 - PHILLIS, men say that all my vows Are to thy fortune paid ; Alas ! my heart he little knows, Who thinks my love a trade. Were I of all these woods the lord, One berry from thy hand More real pleasure would afford Than all my large command. My humble love has learned to live On what the nicest maid, Without a conscious blush, may give Beneath the myrtle shade.