Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical Merit |
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Page 212 NO OT , Celia , that I juster am Now see my Goddess , earthly born 133
O ' ER moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare 89 Of Leinster fam'd for
maidens fair 55 Oft on the troubled ocean's face 147 Oh turn away those cruel ...
Page 212 NO OT , Celia , that I juster am Now see my Goddess , earthly born 133
O ' ER moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare 89 Of Leinster fam'd for
maidens fair 55 Oft on the troubled ocean's face 147 Oh turn away those cruel ...
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Page The merchant to secure his trealure 242 There is one dark and fullen hour
159 The sun was sunk beneath the hill 77 The western sky was purpled o'er 86
Tho ' cruel you seem to my pain 161 Thy fatal shafts unerring move 113 " Tis not ...
Page The merchant to secure his trealure 242 There is one dark and fullen hour
159 The sun was sunk beneath the hill 77 The western sky was purpled o'er 86
Tho ' cruel you seem to my pain 161 Thy fatal shafts unerring move 113 " Tis not ...
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When Orpheus went down to the regions below When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd
strain When your beauty appears While in the bower with beauty bleft Why cruel
creature , why so bent Why we love and why we hate Why will Florella while I ...
When Orpheus went down to the regions below When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd
strain When your beauty appears While in the bower with beauty bleft Why cruel
creature , why so bent Why we love and why we hate Why will Florella while I ...
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Break , cruel heart of stone ! Oweep not , lady , weep not fo ; Some ghostly
comfort seek : Let not vain forrow rive thy heart , Nor tears bedew thy cheek . O do
not , do not , holy friar , My sorrow now reprove ; For I have lost the sweetest
youth ...
Break , cruel heart of stone ! Oweep not , lady , weep not fo ; Some ghostly
comfort seek : Let not vain forrow rive thy heart , Nor 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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Cease , cease , thou cruel ocean And let a lover rest ; Ah ! what's thy troubled
motion To that within my breast ! The merchant robb'd of treasure Views tempefts
in despair ; But what's the loss of treasure To the lofing of my dear ? Should you ...
Cease , cease , thou cruel ocean And let a lover rest ; Ah ! what's thy troubled
motion To that within my breast ! The merchant robb'd of treasure Views tempefts
in despair ; But what's the loss of treasure To the lofing of my dear ? Should you ...
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appear arms beauty breaſt bright Celia charms cheek cruel dead dear delight deſpair epigram eyes face fair fall fancy fate fear feel fighs firſt fond gentle give grace hand happy head hear heart heaven hope hour idea kind language laſt late leave lips live looks loſe lover maid meet mind morning moſt move muſic muſt nature ne'er never nymph o'er object once pain paſſion PHYLLIS pieces pity plain pleaſing pleaſure poetical poetry poets pride prove ſay ſee ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhepherd ſhould ſmile ſoft ſome ſong ſoul ſpeak ſtill ſubject ſuch ſwain ſweet taſte tears tell tender thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thro true turn Twas vain vows weep whoſe wind wiſh young youth
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Страница 171 - OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between, and bid us part : Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish, and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life...
Страница 50 - The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest : " And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove?
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 |
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