The Vocal Magazine: Or, Compleat British Songster, 1-9±ÇHarrison and Company, 1781 - 359ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... said she , Unjuft it is that you should fee . The daring fhepherd ftraight comply'd , And blindfold now the god defy'd ; While Chloe level'd right his dart , And ftruck out - witted Strephon's heart . SONG 60 . Sung in the Chaplet ...
... said she , Unjuft it is that you should fee . The daring fhepherd ftraight comply'd , And blindfold now the god defy'd ; While Chloe level'd right his dart , And ftruck out - witted Strephon's heart . SONG 60 . Sung in the Chaplet ...
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... Said - On the banks by the stream , I've pip'd for the shepherds too long : Oh , grant me , ye mufes , a theme , Where glory may brighten my fong ! But Pan bade me stick to my ftrain , Nor leffons too lofty rehearse ; Ambition befits ...
... Said - On the banks by the stream , I've pip'd for the shepherds too long : Oh , grant me , ye mufes , a theme , Where glory may brighten my fong ! But Pan bade me stick to my ftrain , Nor leffons too lofty rehearse ; Ambition befits ...
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... Said , her heart was the prize which I fought to obtain , And hop'd that she'd grant it to eafe my fond pain . She neither rejected , nor granted my prayer , But fir'd all my foul with her delicate air . A thoufand times fince I've ...
... Said , her heart was the prize which I fought to obtain , And hop'd that she'd grant it to eafe my fond pain . She neither rejected , nor granted my prayer , But fir'd all my foul with her delicate air . A thoufand times fince I've ...
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... said , to the kirk let us flee , As our hearts play a tune that goes pitty patty . THE SONG 225 . KNIFE GRINDER Written by Mr. RHODES . Sung at SADLER'S - WELLS . THERE are grinders enough , Sirs , of ev'ry degree , From jewel - deck'd ...
... said , to the kirk let us flee , As our hearts play a tune that goes pitty patty . THE SONG 225 . KNIFE GRINDER Written by Mr. RHODES . Sung at SADLER'S - WELLS . THERE are grinders enough , Sirs , of ev'ry degree , From jewel - deck'd ...
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... said I , explain , Bhis change of humour ; pr'ythee , tell , That falling tear , what does it mean ? She figh'd , the fmil'd ; and to the flow'rs Pointing , the lovely moralift faid , The am'rous youth around her bow'd ; At night her ...
... said I , explain , Bhis change of humour ; pr'ythee , tell , That falling tear , what does it mean ? She figh'd , the fmil'd ; and to the flow'rs Pointing , the lovely moralift faid , The am'rous youth around her bow'd ; At night her ...
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Bacchus beauty blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft Britons CANTATA ceafe charms chearful Chloe Colin conftant cry'd Cupid Damon dear defire defpair delight Derry e'er ev'ry eyes fafe faid fair falfe fame fear feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhould figh fing flow'rs fmile foft fome fond fong foon forrow foul fpring ftill ftrain ftream fuch fure fwain fweet gentle give grace grove hafte happy heart Jenny Grey kifs lafs laft lefs lov'd lover maid Mary Ambree mind morn mufic muft Nancy Wall ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Phillis plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure pow'r pride RANELAGH reafon reft rife rofe ſhall ſhe SONG Strephon Sung at VAUXHALL ſweet tear tell thee thefe theſe thofe thou thro Twas vows Whilft Whofe wife wine wou'd Written young youth
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73 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, ^ ^ Restored to love and thee. « Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign ; And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine? « No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro. Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands.
261 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then up and crew the red, red cock, And up then crew the gray: "Tis time, tis time, my dear Margret, That you were going away.
336 ÆäÀÌÁö - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
227 ÆäÀÌÁö - And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, " That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear." Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis thus complain, Since you appear'd upon the plain; You are the cause of all my care: Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart: Ten thousand torments vex my heart: I love, and I despair.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - plaining of her pride. Here bore him, bare-faced on his bier, Six proper youths and tall ; And many a tear bedew'd his grave Within yon kirk-yard wall.
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - In early youth I die : Was I to blame, because his bride Was thrice as rich as I ? "Ah, Colin ! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone : Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, Nor think him all thy own.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.