Preface. A historical essay on the origin and progress of national song. Love-songsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... thee , dear France , to prove A token of our endless love , And bring the other to thy mind . We fhall now clofe our account of the French Song . The age of Lewis XIV . improved it along with every thing else . But it is faid to have ...
... thee , dear France , to prove A token of our endless love , And bring the other to thy mind . We fhall now clofe our account of the French Song . The age of Lewis XIV . improved it along with every thing else . But it is faid to have ...
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... thee " at thy need , in ficknefs , grief , and all adverfities . I " know a Song , which the fons of men ought to fing , if they would become skilful phyficians . I know a Song , by which I foften and enchant the arms of my enemies ...
... thee " at thy need , in ficknefs , grief , and all adverfities . I " know a Song , which the fons of men ought to fing , if they would become skilful phyficians . I know a Song , by which I foften and enchant the arms of my enemies ...
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... thee late a rofy wreath , Not fo much honouring thee , As giving it a chance that there It could not withered be : But thou thereon did't only breathe , And fent'ft it back to me , Since when it grows and fmells , I fwear , Not of ...
... thee late a rofy wreath , Not fo much honouring thee , As giving it a chance that there It could not withered be : But thou thereon did't only breathe , And fent'ft it back to me , Since when it grows and fmells , I fwear , Not of ...
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... thee graceful move , Ah me ! what meant my throbbing breast ? Say , foft confufion , art thou love ? If love thou art , then farewell rest ! Since doom'd I am to love thee , fair , Though hopeless of a warm return , Yet kill me not with ...
... thee graceful move , Ah me ! what meant my throbbing breast ? Say , foft confufion , art thou love ? If love thou art , then farewell rest ! Since doom'd I am to love thee , fair , Though hopeless of a warm return , Yet kill me not with ...
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... thee in my heart ; I know , I feel the pleasing pain , " Twas Chloe threw the dart . Chloe her utmost power has shown , My heart is now no more my own . I saw , I heard , and felt the flame , For Chloe fmil'd and spoke ; O Cupid , take ...
... thee in my heart ; I know , I feel the pleasing pain , " Twas Chloe threw the dart . Chloe her utmost power has shown , My heart is now no more my own . I saw , I heard , and felt the flame , For Chloe fmil'd and spoke ; O Cupid , take ...
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Ah willow ancient ballads beauty bleffings bofom breaſt Burney charms Chloe compofed compofitions dear defire delight deſpair difdain eaſe EDMUND WALLER English eyes fafe faid fair falfe fame fatire feek feem fhall fhepherd fhould figh fing firft firſt flame fmile foft fome fond fongs foon forrow foul fpring ftill fubject fuch fung fuppofed fwain fweet Gay Science gentle grove heart HENRY CAREY hiftory inferted king laft laſt leaft lefs likewife loft lov'd lover maid merit moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt ne'er never nymph o'er paffion pain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poet poetical poetry poffefs praiſe prefent preferved Provençal purſue Querlon racter reafon reft reign rife rofe ſeem ſhall ſhe SONG SONG ſpeak ſtill ſweet tender thee thefe theſe thofe THOMAS CAREW thoſe thou thouſand Troubadours Twas uſe whofe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE wiſh writer youth
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24 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
212 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
100 ÆäÀÌÁö - Be conceal'd from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him...
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.