Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritR.H. Evans, 1810 - 352 sider |
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Side xvi
... fond youth , whoe'er thou be 112 Come , Leila , fill the goblet up 299 Come little infant love me now 225 Come live with me and be my love 302 Come shepherds we ' ll follow the hearse 91 Corinna cost me many a prayer 203 Cruel invader ...
... fond youth , whoe'er thou be 112 Come , Leila , fill the goblet up 299 Come little infant love me now 225 Come live with me and be my love 302 Come shepherds we ' ll follow the hearse 91 Corinna cost me many a prayer 203 Cruel invader ...
Side xxi
... fond bosom ! ah , what can it mean 321 Why we love and why we hate 199 Why will Florella , while I gaze · 243 Why will you my passion reprove 87 Wine , wine in the morning 240 With amorous wiles and perjur'd eyes With women I have pass ...
... fond bosom ! ah , what can it mean 321 Why we love and why we hate 199 Why will Florella , while I gaze · 243 Why will you my passion reprove 87 Wine , wine in the morning 240 With amorous wiles and perjur'd eyes With women I have pass ...
Side xxv
... fond unguarded heart , With now and then a random dart ; But heroes scorn'd the idle boy , And love was but a shepherd's toy : When Venus , vex'd to see her child Amid the forests thus run wild , Would point him out some nobler game ...
... fond unguarded heart , With now and then a random dart ; But heroes scorn'd the idle boy , And love was but a shepherd's toy : When Venus , vex'd to see her child Amid the forests thus run wild , Would point him out some nobler game ...
Side 40
... , To one thing constant never . Hadst thou been fond , he had been false , And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found , Since summer trees were leafy . Now say not so , thou holy friar , I 40 BALLADS AND.
... , To one thing constant never . Hadst thou been fond , he had been false , And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found , Since summer trees were leafy . Now say not so , thou holy friar , I 40 BALLADS AND.
Side 46
... fond youth ; thy sorrows hush , And spurn the sex , he said : But while he spoke , a rising blush His love - lorn guest betray'd . Surpris'd ! he sees new beauties rise , Swift mantling to the view ; Like colours o'er the morning skies ...
... fond youth ; thy sorrows hush , And spurn the sex , he said : But while he spoke , a rising blush His love - lorn guest betray'd . Surpris'd ! he sees new beauties rise , Swift mantling to the view ; Like colours o'er the morning skies ...
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Essays on Song-writing; with a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin (M.D.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ... John Aikin Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
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Populære avsnitt
Side 233 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Side 47 - More trifling still than they. " And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Side 274 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Side 309 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 269 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. "O haste thee, haste!
Side 235 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 254 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Side 142 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Side 45 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here, to the houseless child of want, My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Side 253 - And it seem'd, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...