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... Till that last morn appear . 1 But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence , A long
and laft adieu ! Come see , false man , how low she lies That died for love of you .
Now Now birds did sing , and morning smile And shew PASTORAL SONGS . 61.
... Till that last morn appear . 1 But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence , A long
and laft adieu ! Come see , false man , how low she lies That died for love of you .
Now Now birds did sing , and morning smile And shew PASTORAL SONGS . 61.
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Now birds did sing , and morning smile And shew her glittring head ; Pale
WILLIAM fhook in every limb , , And raving left his bed . He hied him to the fatal
place Where MarG'RET's body lay , And stretch'd him on the green grass turf That
...
Now birds did sing , and morning smile And shew her glittring head ; Pale
WILLIAM fhook in every limb , , And raving left his bed . He hied him to the fatal
place Where MarG'RET's body lay , And stretch'd him on the green grass turf That
...
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How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed ? But Mary's still sweeter than those Both
nature and fancy excecd . No daisy nor sweet blushing rose Nor all the gay
flowers of the field , Nor Tweed gliding gently thro ' those Such beauty and
pleasure ...
How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed ? But Mary's still sweeter than those Both
nature and fancy excecd . No daisy nor sweet blushing rose Nor all the gay
flowers of the field , Nor Tweed gliding gently thro ' those Such beauty and
pleasure ...
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The softest blush that nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek ; Such orient
colour smiles thro ' heay'n When May's fweet mornings break . Nor let the pride of
great ones fcorn This charmer of the plains ; That sun which bids their diamond ...
The softest blush that nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek ; Such orient
colour smiles thro ' heay'n When May's fweet mornings break . Nor let the pride of
great ones fcorn This charmer of the plains ; That sun which bids their diamond ...
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Her shape was like the reed , so fleek , So taper , strait , and fair ; Her dimpled
smile , her blushing cheek , How charming sweet they were ! Far in the winding
vale retir'd This peerless bud I found , And shadowing rocks and woods conspir'd
To ...
Her shape was like the reed , so fleek , So taper , strait , and fair ; Her dimpled
smile , her blushing cheek , How charming sweet they were ! Far in the winding
vale retir'd This peerless bud I found , And shadowing rocks and woods conspir'd
To ...
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Страница 93 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green But a sweet-brier entwines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Страница 47 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
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Страница 57 - Ah, Colin ! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone : Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, Nor think him all thy own.
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| Заглавие | Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical Merit Eighteenth century collections online |
| Автор | John Aikin |
| Издание | 2 |
| Издател | W. Eyres, 1774 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 14 Дек 2006 |
| Брой страници | 286 страници |
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