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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... death infusing ; Scorn , and , unconquerable hate Of tyrant pride's unhallow'd state , The boy abash'd , and half afraid , Beheld each chaste immortal maid ; Pallas spread her Egis there ; Mars stood by with threatening air ; And stern ...
... death infusing ; Scorn , and , unconquerable hate Of tyrant pride's unhallow'd state , The boy abash'd , and half afraid , Beheld each chaste immortal maid ; Pallas spread her Egis there ; Mars stood by with threatening air ; And stern ...
Side 51
... dead , And all the village wept . Compassion , shame , remorse , despair , At once his bosom swell : The damps of death bedew'd his brows , He shook , he groan'd , he fell . From the vain bride , a bride no more , PASTORAL SONGS . 51.
... dead , And all the village wept . Compassion , shame , remorse , despair , At once his bosom swell : The damps of death bedew'd his brows , He shook , he groan'd , he fell . From the vain bride , a bride no more , PASTORAL SONGS . 51.
Side 53
... death has reft their crown . Her bloom was like the springing flower That sips the silver dew ; The rose was budded in her cheek , Just opening to the view . But love had , like the canker worm , Consum'd her early prime ; The rose grew ...
... death has reft their crown . Her bloom was like the springing flower That sips the silver dew ; The rose was budded in her cheek , Just opening to the view . But love had , like the canker worm , Consum'd her early prime ; The rose grew ...
Side 55
... death , And ev'ry charm is fled . The hungry worm my sister is , This winding sheet I wear , And cold and weary lasts our night Till that last morn appear . But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence , A long and last adieu ! Come see ...
... death , And ev'ry charm is fled . The hungry worm my sister is , This winding sheet I wear , And cold and weary lasts our night Till that last morn appear . But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence , A long and last adieu ! Come see ...
Side 77
... death - bell smote her ear , Sad sounding in the gale . Just then she reach'd with trembling steps , Her aged mother's door ; He's gone , she cried , and I shall see That angel face no more . I feel , I feel this breaking heart Beat ...
... death - bell smote her ear , Sad sounding in the gale . Just then she reach'd with trembling steps , Her aged mother's door ; He's gone , she cried , and I shall see That angel face no more . I feel , I feel this breaking heart Beat ...
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amorous Amynta Anacreon Ballad beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Catullus Celia charms cheek Chloe cried cruel Cupid Damon dart dear delight despair dost e'er epigram ev'ry eyes face fair faithless fancy fate fear flame fond gentle give grace grove heart heaven hope kind kiss know my love lady languish lily lips live Lochinvar lov'd lover lyre Lyric Lyric poetry maid mind move Muses nature ne'er Netherby never nightingale numbers nymph o'er pain passion pastoral poetry Phoebe Phyllis pieces pity plain pleasure poetical poetry prove R. B. SHERIDAN rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh sing smile SOAME JENYNS soft song sorrow soul sounds swain sweet taste tears tell tender thee thine thou thought thro Tibullus trembling true Twas vex'd vows warbling weep winds young youth
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Side 260 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Side 48 - 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. " And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Tvvas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Side 43 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Side 302 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Side 337 - 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 338 - Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
Side 282 - When she is by, I leave my work, I love her so sincerely; My master comes like any Turk, And bangs me most severely: But let him bang his bellyful, I'll bear it all for Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Side 304 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Side 263 - 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 281 - 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...