Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical Merit |
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... fairest proof of beauty's power Yes , Fulvia is like Venus fair Ye shepherds and
nymphs that adorn the gay plain Ye shepherds give ear to my lay Ye shepherds
fo chearful and gay Yes , I'm in love , I feel it now Young I am and yet unskill'd ...
... fairest proof of beauty's power Yes , Fulvia is like Venus fair Ye shepherds and
nymphs that adorn the gay plain Ye shepherds give ear to my lay Ye shepherds
fo chearful and gay Yes , I'm in love , I feel it now Young I am and yet unskill'd ...
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As thus he melancholy itood , Dejected as the lonely dove , Sweet sounds broke
gently through the wood , I feel the found ; my heart - strings move ' : ' Twas not
the nightingale that sung ; No , ' tis my Chloe's sweeter tongue , Hark , hark , what
...
As thus he melancholy itood , Dejected as the lonely dove , Sweet sounds broke
gently through the wood , I feel the found ; my heart - strings move ' : ' Twas not
the nightingale that sung ; No , ' tis my Chloe's sweeter tongue , Hark , hark , what
...
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I feel , I feel this breaking heart Beat high against my side : From her white arm
down funk her head , She shiver'd , figh'd , and died . F 3 MALLET . TH HE
western sky was purpled o'er With every pleasing PASTORAL SONGS . 85.
I feel , I feel this breaking heart Beat high against my side : From her white arm
down funk her head , She shiver'd , figh'd , and died . F 3 MALLET . TH HE
western sky was purpled o'er With every pleasing PASTORAL SONGS . 85.
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T HY fatal shafts unerring move , I bow before thine altar , Love ; I feel the soft
resistless flame Glide swift thro ' all my vital frame . , ; For while I gaze , my bofom
glows , My blood in tides impetuous flows ; Hope , fear , and joy alternate roll ,
And ...
T HY fatal shafts unerring move , I bow before thine altar , Love ; I feel the soft
resistless flame Glide swift thro ' all my vital frame . , ; For while I gaze , my bofom
glows , My blood in tides impetuous flows ; Hope , fear , and joy alternate roll ,
And ...
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Does any speak in Damon's praise , So pleas'd am I with all he says , I every
word approve ; But is he blam'd , although in jest , I feel resentment fire my breast
, Alas ! because I love , But ah ! what tortures tear my heart , When I fufpect his ...
Does any speak in Damon's praise , So pleas'd am I with all he says , I every
word approve ; But is he blam'd , although in jest , I feel resentment fire my breast
, Alas ! because I love , But ah ! what tortures tear my heart , When I fufpect his ...
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Страница 94 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Страница 53 - 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.
Страница 157 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
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.
Страница 71 - And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go. And deck her in golden array ; Be...
Страница 63 - That trembled o'er the brook. Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days ; Why didst thou...
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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