A Collection of English Songs: With an Appendix of Original Pieces |
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... laft , by Mrs. Taylor , was published in 1685 . 26th January , 1796 . : P. S. It was not ' till to - day , when 144 Pages were printed , that " a felect Collection " of English Songs , in 3 vols . " " fell into my . hands with equal ...
... laft , by Mrs. Taylor , was published in 1685 . 26th January , 1796 . : P. S. It was not ' till to - day , when 144 Pages were printed , that " a felect Collection " of English Songs , in 3 vols . " " fell into my . hands with equal ...
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... laft . ' Then e'er the hours of fondness close , Your gen'rous partner find , And feek , tho ' worl'dly views oppofe , The union of the mind . VOCAL MUSICK , Vol . 1. 1772 . PRYTHE ' YTHEE confefs , for my fake , and your own , Am I the ...
... laft . ' Then e'er the hours of fondness close , Your gen'rous partner find , And feek , tho ' worl'dly views oppofe , The union of the mind . VOCAL MUSICK , Vol . 1. 1772 . PRYTHE ' YTHEE confefs , for my fake , and your own , Am I the ...
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... , if You prove coy ; If kind , the laft , is given . The choice , then , fure's not hard to make , Betwixt the Good and Evil ! Which Title , had You rather take ? My Goddess or my Devil ! Omitted in 2nd Edition , tho ' inferted P. 273 29.
... , if You prove coy ; If kind , the laft , is given . The choice , then , fure's not hard to make , Betwixt the Good and Evil ! Which Title , had You rather take ? My Goddess or my Devil ! Omitted in 2nd Edition , tho ' inferted P. 273 29.
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... laft , thus found their way . What means this vifit , lovely Gueft ? Say , am I happy , or unbleft ? An hour of joy I ne'er can find While You're relentless and unkind ! Where'er the injur'd Strephon flies , Your much - lov'd image ...
... laft , thus found their way . What means this vifit , lovely Gueft ? Say , am I happy , or unbleft ? An hour of joy I ne'er can find While You're relentless and unkind ! Where'er the injur'd Strephon flies , Your much - lov'd image ...
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... laft , when others fly , When rofes fade , and lillies die ; ... When that dear eye's declining beam Its living fire no more fhall ftream : Bleft then and happy in my chain , The voice of Freedom calls in vain ; Nor Reason's harth ...
... laft , when others fly , When rofes fade , and lillies die ; ... When that dear eye's declining beam Its living fire no more fhall ftream : Bleft then and happy in my chain , The voice of Freedom calls in vain ; Nor Reason's harth ...
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abfence ANN RADCLIFFE Beauty Beauty's beft bleffings bleft Blifs bofom Breaſt Ceafe Celia charms Chloe conftant Cowley dear defire delight deſpair dreft e'er Eafe eaſe ev'ry Eyes facred falfe Faſhion Fate fear feek feem fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhould fighs filent fing firft flame fmile foft fome fomething fond foon Friend Friendſhip ftill fuch fupply fure fweet gentle GEORGE WITHER Grace grove Happineſs Heart Heav'n Hope hour HUNTINGDONSHIRE Hymen kind laft lefs lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid Mind moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Nature's ne'er Nymph o'er paffion pain Phillis pleafing pleaſe pleaſure pow'r Praiſe purſue Reafon refin'd reft rife Rofe Sedley Senfe ſhall Sir David Dalrymple Songs Soul Souls embrace ſpeak ſtill Swain ſweet tell Thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe Thou thought thouſand thro Virtue VOCAL MUSICK Voice whofe Whoſe wou'd Youth
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Page 169 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell!
Page 10 - HARD is the fate of him who loves Yet dares not tell his trembling pain But to the sympathetic groves, But to the lonely listening plain. Oh ! when she blesses next your shade, Oh ! when her footsteps next are seen In flowery...
Page 170 - The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above.
Page 7 - Immodest words admit of no defence ; For want of decency is want of sense.
Page 101 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow'ry meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Page 14 - Nor peace, nor ease, the heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too.
Page 70 - If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.
Page 53 - PHILLIS is my only joy, Faithless as the winds or seas, Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please; If with a frown I am cast down, Phillis smiling And beguiling Makes me happier than before. Though alas ! too late I find Nothing can her fancy fix, Yet the moment she is kind I forgive her all her tricks ; Which though I see, I can't get free.
Page 168 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Page 137 - Now the flame rises fast, you exult in my pain; But the son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son: Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain; And thy son, Oh Alknomook!