Preface. A historical essay on the origin and progress of national song. Love-songsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... thousand and a thousand heads thrown to the ground , " have been the work of a fingle man . A thousand and a " thousand times long live the warrior who has made this " overthrow . No one has drunk fo much wine as he has fhed blood ( 48 ) ...
... thousand and a thousand heads thrown to the ground , " have been the work of a fingle man . A thousand and a " thousand times long live the warrior who has made this " overthrow . No one has drunk fo much wine as he has fhed blood ( 48 ) ...
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... thousand maffes a day ; but his moft extravagant with centered in a kifs of her fweet mouth ( 77 ) . It must be confeffed that the lives of thefe poets abound with the marvellous ; and differ very little from Romance . But then it is to ...
... thousand maffes a day ; but his moft extravagant with centered in a kifs of her fweet mouth ( 77 ) . It must be confeffed that the lives of thefe poets abound with the marvellous ; and differ very little from Romance . But then it is to ...
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... thousand faults befide ; I see she flicks at nought that's ill ; Yet , oh ye powers ! I love her still . Others on precipices run , Which , blind with love , they cannot shun , I see my danger , fee my ruin , Yet feek , yet court my own ...
... thousand faults befide ; I see she flicks at nought that's ill ; Yet , oh ye powers ! I love her still . Others on precipices run , Which , blind with love , they cannot shun , I see my danger , fee my ruin , Yet feek , yet court my own ...
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... gentle vows and love , If on thofe endless charms you lay The value that's their due Kings are themselves too poor to pay A thousand worlds too few . But But if a paffion without vice , Without disguise or LOVE - SON G S. 4-5.
... gentle vows and love , If on thofe endless charms you lay The value that's their due Kings are themselves too poor to pay A thousand worlds too few . But But if a paffion without vice , Without disguise or LOVE - SON G S. 4-5.
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... thousand fighs and more : Alas , ' twill break my heart ! But , Sylvia , when this conqueft's won , And I am dead and cold , Renounce the cruel deed you've done , Nor glory when ' tis told : For every lovely generous maid Will take my ...
... thousand fighs and more : Alas , ' twill break my heart ! But , Sylvia , when this conqueft's won , And I am dead and cold , Renounce the cruel deed you've done , Nor glory when ' tis told : For every lovely generous maid Will take my ...
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Ah willow ancient ballads beauty bleffings bofom breaſt Burney charms Chloe compofed compofitions dear defire delight deſpair difdain eaſe EDMUND WALLER English eyes fafe faid fair falfe fame fatire feek feem fhall fhepherd fhould figh fing firft firſt flame fmile foft fome fond fongs foon forrow foul fpring ftill fubject fuch fung fuppofed fwain fweet Gay Science gentle grove heart HENRY CAREY hiftory inferted king laft laſt leaft lefs likewife loft lov'd lover maid merit moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt ne'er never nymph o'er paffion pain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poet poetical poetry poffefs praiſe prefent preferved Provençal purſue Querlon racter reafon reft reign rife rofe ſeem ſhall ſhe SONG SONG ſpeak ſtill ſweet tender thee thefe theſe thofe THOMAS CAREW thoſe thou thouſand Troubadours Twas uſe whofe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE wiſh writer youth
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Página 64 - And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
Página 230 - Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.
Página 63 - Alas ! from the day that we met, What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain: The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.