The Vocal Magazine: Or, Compleat British Songster, 第 1-9 卷Harrison and Company, 1781 - 359页 |
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... bring thy sweetest treasure ; Zephyrs , waft thy fofteft gale ; Chant , ye birds , the fong of pleasure 3 Echo , tell it thro ' the vale . Leaflefs , tunelefs , unendearing , Mourn'd the long - deferted grove ; But , fweet Spring , at ...
... bring thy sweetest treasure ; Zephyrs , waft thy fofteft gale ; Chant , ye birds , the fong of pleasure 3 Echo , tell it thro ' the vale . Leaflefs , tunelefs , unendearing , Mourn'd the long - deferted grove ; But , fweet Spring , at ...
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... bring to agree ; Let Colin be mine , Thy pelf I decline ; Content and a cottage for me . JULIA . To end fruitlefs ... bringing home , the other day , Two linnets I had ta'en , The little warblers feem'd to pray For liberty again ...
... bring to agree ; Let Colin be mine , Thy pelf I decline ; Content and a cottage for me . JULIA . To end fruitlefs ... bringing home , the other day , Two linnets I had ta'en , The little warblers feem'd to pray For liberty again ...
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... brings , But for a moment lend it's wings ; My parents they might rave and fcold , My guardian ftrive my will to hold ; Their words are harsh , his walls are high , But , fpite of all , away I'd fly . SONG 57 • A HUNTING SONG . COME ...
... brings , But for a moment lend it's wings ; My parents they might rave and fcold , My guardian ftrive my will to hold ; Their words are harsh , his walls are high , But , fpite of all , away I'd fly . SONG 57 • A HUNTING SONG . COME ...
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... bring me a goblet from Bacchus's hoard , The largest and deepest that ftands on the board ; I'll fill up a brimmer , and drink to the fair ; " Tis the thirst of a lover , and pledge me who dare . SONG 96 . Sung in Love in a Village ...
... bring me a goblet from Bacchus's hoard , The largest and deepest that ftands on the board ; I'll fill up a brimmer , and drink to the fair ; " Tis the thirst of a lover , and pledge me who dare . SONG 96 . Sung in Love in a Village ...
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... bring ; Unless , fince my shepherd is gone , You ceafe , like poor Phillis , to fing ; Each flower declines it's fweet head , Nor odours around me will throw , While ev'ry foft lamb on the mead Seems kindly to pity my woe . Each rural ...
... bring ; Unless , fince my shepherd is gone , You ceafe , like poor Phillis , to fing ; Each flower declines it's fweet head , Nor odours around me will throw , While ev'ry foft lamb on the mead Seems kindly to pity my woe . Each rural ...
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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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第73页 - 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.
第165页 - 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.
第77页 - 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.
第261页 - 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.
第336页 - 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.
第227页 - 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.
第44页 - 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.
第59页 - 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.
第180页 - 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.
第143页 - 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.