Preface. A historical essay on the origin and progress of national song. Love-songsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... defires and his convenience be what they may , will think it worth his while to peruse , much less to purchase , two or three hundred volumes , merely be- cause each of them may happen to contain a couple of excellent fongs ? Every one ...
... defires and his convenience be what they may , will think it worth his while to peruse , much less to purchase , two or three hundred volumes , merely be- cause each of them may happen to contain a couple of excellent fongs ? Every one ...
الصفحة vii
... defire better information . With respect to the lyric productions of our now sister - kingdom Ireland , the best of them have been gene- rally esteemed and ranked as English songs , being few in number , and possessing no national , or ...
... defire better information . With respect to the lyric productions of our now sister - kingdom Ireland , the best of them have been gene- rally esteemed and ranked as English songs , being few in number , and possessing no national , or ...
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... defire to render it of the utmost service to them , he would have thought no trouble too great in procur- ing their gratification in this particular . But they will be pleased to remember , that most of the old melodies are without any ...
... defire to render it of the utmost service to them , he would have thought no trouble too great in procur- ing their gratification in this particular . But they will be pleased to remember , that most of the old melodies are without any ...
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... defire ; But not with water , ice , or snow , But with an equal fire . SONG X. BY SIR JOHN VANBRUGH * ,. I. Smile at Love , and all his arts , The charming Cynthia cried ; Take heed , for Love has piercing darts , A wounded swain replied ...
... defire ; But not with water , ice , or snow , But with an equal fire . SONG X. BY SIR JOHN VANBRUGH * ,. I. Smile at Love , and all his arts , The charming Cynthia cried ; Take heed , for Love has piercing darts , A wounded swain replied ...
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... defire Which her cold look denies , Unless my heart , that's all on fire , Should fparkle through my eyes . Then if no gentle glance return A filent leave to speak , My heart , which would for ever burn , Muft figh , alas ! and break ...
... defire Which her cold look denies , Unless my heart , that's all on fire , Should fparkle through my eyes . Then if no gentle glance return A filent leave to speak , My heart , which would for ever burn , Muft figh , alas ! and break ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Ah willow ancient aſk ballads beauty beſt bleſſings bliſs boſom breaft Burney cauſe charms Chloe cloſe compoſed compoſitions dear defire delight deſpair deſpiſe diſdain eaſe EDMUND WALLER Engliſh eyes faid fair falſe fame fatire figh fing firſt flame foft fome fond fongs foon forrow foul fuch gentle grove heart HENRY CAREY hiſtory inſpire king kiſs kiſſes laſt leſs loſe lov'd lover maid merit moſt muſe muſic muſt ne'er nymph o'er pain paſſion perſon pleaſing pleaſure poet poetical poetry poſſeſs praiſe preſent preſerved Provençal Querlon racter reaſon reign reſpect reſt roſe ſame ſay ſcarce ſcorn ſee ſeem ſet ſeveral ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhepherd ſhould ſing ſmiles ſoft ſome ſong SONG SONG ſpeak ſpirit ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſubject ſuch ſung ſuppoſed ſurpriſe ſwain ſweet tender thee theſe thoſe thou Troubadours uſe verſe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE writer youth
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الصفحة 24 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
الصفحة 215 - The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain...
الصفحة 59 - 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...
الصفحة 229 - A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
الصفحة 212 - OF all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
الصفحة 170 - 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.
الصفحة 100 - Be conceal'd from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him...
الصفحة 64 - And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
الصفحة 230 - Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.
الصفحة 63 - Alas ! from the day that we met, What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain: The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.