Vocal Poetry: Or, A Select Collection of English Songs. To which is Prefixed, An Essay on Song WritingJ. Johnson, 1810 - 244页 |
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第iv页
... taste was by no means matured , and whose criti- cal knowledge was circumscribed within nar- row limits , the Editor was unwilling that his book should again be given to the public with all its imperfections on its head . He was obliged ...
... taste was by no means matured , and whose criti- cal knowledge was circumscribed within nar- row limits , the Editor was unwilling that his book should again be given to the public with all its imperfections on its head . He was obliged ...
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... taste ... The Editor , therefore , in this volume , which is rather a new work , than the re- publication of an old one , has made it his leading object to collect , from all the sources within his reach , those pieces of the song kind ...
... taste ... The Editor , therefore , in this volume , which is rather a new work , than the re- publication of an old one , has made it his leading object to collect , from all the sources within his reach , those pieces of the song kind ...
第x页
... taste , or may never have heard the words actually sung or played . This must be the case with re- spect to almost all those pieces which can claim an antiquity beyond the present generation ; for nothing is more short- lived than the ...
... taste , or may never have heard the words actually sung or played . This must be the case with re- spect to almost all those pieces which can claim an antiquity beyond the present generation ; for nothing is more short- lived than the ...
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... taste , these compositions came to be considered as objects of curiosity on account of the insight they afforded into the manners and modes of thinking of remote times ; while while the strokes of nature with which they abounded , ON ...
... taste , these compositions came to be considered as objects of curiosity on account of the insight they afforded into the manners and modes of thinking of remote times ; while while the strokes of nature with which they abounded , ON ...
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... historical or narrative ballad , and was very efficacious in diffusing a taste for these compositions . They have , however , lately appeared with more ad- vantage vantage in the " Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border ; xvi AN ESSAY.
... historical or narrative ballad , and was very efficacious in diffusing a taste for these compositions . They have , however , lately appeared with more ad- vantage vantage in the " Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border ; xvi AN ESSAY.
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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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第166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.
第8页 - 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.
第47页 - 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.
第10页 - 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,
第10页 - 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.
第9页 - 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.
第54页 - 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.
第216页 - 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.
第26页 - 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.
第28页 - 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...