Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical MeritR.H. Evans, 1810 - 352 páginas |
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... O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare 80 Of all the girls that are so smart Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair 282 49 Oft on the troubled ocean's face 134 Oh had my love ne'er smil❜d on me 311 Oh how vain is every blessing ...
... O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare 80 Of all the girls that are so smart Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair 282 49 Oft on the troubled ocean's face 134 Oh had my love ne'er smil❜d on me 311 Oh how vain is every blessing ...
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... o'er . This bottle's the sun of our table 144 70 77 342 Tho ' cruel you seem to my pain 146 Thy fatal shafts unerring move 102 " Tis not the liquid brightness of these eyes 123 ' Tis now since I sat down before 228 To all you Ladies now ...
... o'er . This bottle's the sun of our table 144 70 77 342 Tho ' cruel you seem to my pain 146 Thy fatal shafts unerring move 102 " Tis not the liquid brightness of these eyes 123 ' Tis now since I sat down before 228 To all you Ladies now ...
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... o'er fortune's proud controul ; Kindling deep , prophetic musing ; Love of beauteous death infusing ; Scorn , and unconquerable hate Of tyrant pride's unhallow'd state . The boy abash'd , and half afraid , - Beheld each chaste immortal ...
... o'er fortune's proud controul ; Kindling deep , prophetic musing ; Love of beauteous death infusing ; Scorn , and unconquerable hate Of tyrant pride's unhallow'd state . The boy abash'd , and half afraid , - Beheld each chaste immortal ...
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... o'er the morning skies , As bright , as transient too . The bashful look , the rising breast , Alternate spread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms . And , ah , forgive a stranger rude , A wretch forlorn ...
... o'er the morning skies , As bright , as transient too . The bashful look , the rising breast , Alternate spread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms . And , ah , forgive a stranger rude , A wretch forlorn ...
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... o'er the foaming billows She cast a wishful look , Her head was crown'd with willows That trembled o'er the brook . Twelve months are gone and over , And nine long tedious days ; Why didst thou , vent'rous lover , Why didst thou trust ...
... o'er the foaming billows She cast a wishful look , Her head was crown'd with willows That trembled o'er the brook . Twelve months are gone and over , And nine long tedious days ; Why didst thou , vent'rous lover , Why didst thou trust ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amorous Amynta Anacreon Ballad beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Celia charms cheek Chloe Chloris 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 JOHN AIKIN kind kiss know my love lady languish lily lips live Lochinvar lov'd lover lyre Lyric Lyric poetry maid mind Muses nature ne'er Netherby never nightingale numbers nymph o'er pain passion pastoral Phoebe Phyllis pieces pity plain pleasure poetical poetry prove R. B. SHERIDAN rose Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh SILAS WRIGHT sing smile SOAME JENYNS soft song song-writing soul swain sweet taste tears tell tender thee thine thou thought thro Tibullus trembling true Twas vex'd vows wanton weep winds young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 243 - 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.
Página 315 - River where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 243 - 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.
Página 278 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Página 283 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 315 - HERON'S SONG. O, 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.
Página 38 - 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.
Página 33 - 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.
Página 316 - 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?
Página 245 - 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.