Vocal Poetry: Or, A Select Collection of English Songs. To which is Prefixed, An Essay on Song WritingJ. Johnson, 1810 - 244ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... thine . " And you , my companions so dear , Who sorrow to see me betray'd , Whatever I suffer , forbear , Forbear to accuse the false maid : Tho ' thro ' the wide world we should range , ' Tis in vain from our fortune to fly ; ' T was ...
... thine . " And you , my companions so dear , Who sorrow to see me betray'd , Whatever I suffer , forbear , Forbear to accuse the false maid : Tho ' thro ' the wide world we should range , ' Tis in vain from our fortune to fly ; ' T was ...
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... The bonny boon to gain . " Shall another maiden shine In brighter array than thine ? Up , up , dull swain , Tune thy pipe once again , And make the garland mine . " " Alas ! " Alas ! my love , " I cried , 14 BALLADS AND.
... The bonny boon to gain . " Shall another maiden shine In brighter array than thine ? Up , up , dull swain , Tune thy pipe once again , And make the garland mine . " " Alas ! " Alas ! my love , " I cried , 14 BALLADS AND.
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... thine . " Her air was so modest , her aspect so meek , So simple , yet sweet were her charms , I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek , And lock'd the loved maid in my arms . Now jocund together we tend a few sheep ; And if on ...
... thine . " Her air was so modest , her aspect so meek , So simple , yet sweet were her charms , I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek , And lock'd the loved maid in my arms . Now jocund together we tend a few sheep ; And if on ...
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... Thine eye with fire is streaming ; * And o'er thy cheek , thy looks , thine air , Health sits in triumph beaming : Thou , brother soldier , fill the wine , Fill high the wine to beauty ; Love , friendship , honour , all are thine , Thy ...
... Thine eye with fire is streaming ; * And o'er thy cheek , thy looks , thine air , Health sits in triumph beaming : Thou , brother soldier , fill the wine , Fill high the wine to beauty ; Love , friendship , honour , all are thine , Thy ...
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... ; Freely welcome to my cup , Couldst thou sip and sip it up . Make the most of life you may , Life is short , and wears away . DALTON . Both Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their 64 CONVIVIAL SONGS .
... ; Freely welcome to my cup , Couldst thou sip and sip it up . Make the most of life you may , Life is short , and wears away . DALTON . Both Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their 64 CONVIVIAL SONGS .
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adore Anacreon ANNA SEWARD beat surrender beauty beauty's bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath CELIA charms cheek CHLOE cold Countess of Bute cruel Cupid Damon dare dart dear delight despair disdain drest eyes face fair faithless fancy fate fear feel flag of England flame fond fondly frown gaze gentle give grace grief grove hate heart heaven hope JOANNA BAILLIE kind languish lips live look love's lover lyre maid melting valued mind ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain passion PHYLLIS pieces termed pity plain pleasing pleasure pride R. B. SHERIDAN rapture Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh smile SOAME JENYNS soft song sorrows soul speak stormy tempests blow strain STREPHON swain sweet tears tell tender thee thine thou art thought thro tongue trembling Twas vows whene'er wound wretch youth
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166 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.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine. To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
47 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.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ''Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - When forced the fair nymph to forego, What anguish I felt at my heart! Yet I thought — but it might not be so — 'Twas with pain that she saw me depart. She gazed as I slowly withdrew, My path I could hardly discern; So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
28 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...