Preface. A historical essay on the origin and progress of national song. Love-songsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... thousand and a thousand heads thrown to the ground , " have been the work of a fingle man . A thousand and a " thousand times long live the warrior who has made this " overthrow . No one has drunk fo much wine as he has fhed blood ( 48 ) ...
... thousand and a thousand heads thrown to the ground , " have been the work of a fingle man . A thousand and a " thousand times long live the warrior who has made this " overthrow . No one has drunk fo much wine as he has fhed blood ( 48 ) ...
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... thousand maffes a day ; but his moft extravagant with centered in a kifs of her fweet mouth ( 77 ) . It must be confeffed that the lives of thefe poets abound with the marvellous ; and differ very little from Romance . But then it is to ...
... thousand maffes a day ; but his moft extravagant with centered in a kifs of her fweet mouth ( 77 ) . It must be confeffed that the lives of thefe poets abound with the marvellous ; and differ very little from Romance . But then it is to ...
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... thousands through it live , While he muft by it die . SONG XX . HY , Delia , ever when I WH gaze , Appears in frowns that lovely face ? Why are these fmiles to me denied That gladden ev'ry heart befide ? In vain your eyes my flame ...
... thousands through it live , While he muft by it die . SONG XX . HY , Delia , ever when I WH gaze , Appears in frowns that lovely face ? Why are these fmiles to me denied That gladden ev'ry heart befide ? In vain your eyes my flame ...
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... thousand faults befide ; I see she flicks at nought that's ill ; Yet , oh ye powers ! I love her still . Others on precipices run , Which , blind with love , they cannot shun , I see my danger , fee my ruin , Yet feek , yet court my own ...
... thousand faults befide ; I see she flicks at nought that's ill ; Yet , oh ye powers ! I love her still . Others on precipices run , Which , blind with love , they cannot shun , I see my danger , fee my ruin , Yet feek , yet court my own ...
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... gentle vows and love , If on thofe endless charms you lay The value that's their due Kings are themselves too poor to pay A thousand worlds too few . But But if a paffion without vice , Without disguise or LOVE - SON G S. 4-5.
... gentle vows and love , If on thofe endless charms you lay The value that's their due Kings are themselves too poor to pay A thousand worlds too few . But But if a paffion without vice , Without disguise or LOVE - SON G S. 4-5.
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Ah willow ancient ballads beauty bleffings bofom breaſt Burney charms Chloe compofed compofitions dear defire delight deſpair difdain eaſe EDMUND WALLER English eyes fafe faid fair falfe fame fatire feek feem fhall fhepherd fhould figh fing firft firſt flame fmile foft fome fond fongs foon forrow foul fpring ftill fubject fuch fung fuppofed fwain fweet Gay Science gentle grove heart HENRY CAREY hiftory inferted king laft laſt leaft lefs likewife loft lov'd lover maid merit moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt ne'er never nymph o'er paffion pain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poet poetical poetry poffefs praiſe prefent preferved Provençal purſue Querlon racter reafon reft reign rife rofe ſeem ſhall ſhe SONG SONG ſpeak ſtill ſweet tender thee thefe theſe thofe THOMAS CAREW thoſe thou thouſand Troubadours Twas uſe whofe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE wiſh writer youth
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