St Cecilia: Or, the British Songster. A New and Select Collection of the Best Scots and English Songs. Many of which Never Before in Print |
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ON N thy banks , gentle Tay , when I breath'd the soft flute , To my Chloe's sweet
accents attention sat mute ; To her voice with what transport I swell'd the Now
strain , Or return'd dying measures in echocs again : Little Cupid beat time , and
the ...
ON N thy banks , gentle Tay , when I breath'd the soft flute , To my Chloe's sweet
accents attention sat mute ; To her voice with what transport I swell'd the Now
strain , Or return'd dying measures in echocs again : Little Cupid beat time , and
the ...
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Come , come , meet my fond embrace , And the mutual rapture try . waist ; Throw
thy lovely twining arms Round my neck , or round my And , while I devour thy
charms , Let me closely be embrac'd : Then , what soft ideas rise , And your gay ...
Come , come , meet my fond embrace , And the mutual rapture try . waist ; Throw
thy lovely twining arms Round my neck , or round my And , while I devour thy
charms , Let me closely be embrac'd : Then , what soft ideas rise , And your gay ...
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WHEN Fanny I saw , as the trip'd o'er tlie green , Fair , blooming , soft , artless ,
and kind ; Fond love in her eyes , wit and sense her mein , And warmness , with
modesty join'd : Transported with sudden amazement , stood Faft rivetted down to
...
WHEN Fanny I saw , as the trip'd o'er tlie green , Fair , blooming , soft , artless ,
and kind ; Fond love in her eyes , wit and sense her mein , And warmness , with
modesty join'd : Transported with sudden amazement , stood Faft rivetted down to
...
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THE laft time I came o'er the muir , I left my love behind me ; Ye Pow'rs ! what pain
do I endure , When soft ideas mind me ? Soon as the ruddy morn display'd The
beaming day ensuing , I met betimes my lovely maid , In fit retreats for wooing .
THE laft time I came o'er the muir , I left my love behind me ; Ye Pow'rs ! what pain
do I endure , When soft ideas mind me ? Soon as the ruddy morn display'd The
beaming day ensuing , I met betimes my lovely maid , In fit retreats for wooing .
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Tweed's murmurs should lull her to rest ; Kind Nature indulging my bliss , Then to
ease the soft pains of my breaft , I'd steal an ambrosial kiss . ' Tis she does the
virgins excell , No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do ...
Tweed's murmurs should lull her to rest ; Kind Nature indulging my bliss , Then to
ease the soft pains of my breaft , I'd steal an ambrosial kiss . ' Tis she does the
virgins excell , No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do ...
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| Заглавие | St Cecilia: Or, the British Songster. A New and Select Collection of the Best Scots and English Songs. Many of which Never Before in Print Eighteenth century collections online |
| Издател | Campbell Denovan, 1782 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 14 Дек 2006 |
| Брой страници | 324 страници |
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