The Vocal Magazine: Or, Compleat British Songster, Volumes 1-9Harrison and Company, 1781 - 359 páginas |
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... SONG 8 . THE CRYING AND LAUGHING SONG . Sung at VAUXHALL . WHEN I awake , with painful brow , Ere the cock begins to crow ; Toffing , tumbling , in my bed , Aching heart and aching head ; Pond'ring over human ills , Cruel bailiffs ...
... SONG 8 . THE CRYING AND LAUGHING SONG . Sung at VAUXHALL . WHEN I awake , with painful brow , Ere the cock begins to crow ; Toffing , tumbling , in my bed , Aching heart and aching head ; Pond'ring over human ills , Cruel bailiffs ...
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... SONG 13 . Written by G. A. STEVENS , Sung at VAUXHALL . CONTENTED I am , and contented I'll bez For what can this world more afford , Than a girl that will fociably fit on my kuce , And a cellar that's plenteously ftor'd ? See ! my ...
... SONG 13 . Written by G. A. STEVENS , Sung at VAUXHALL . CONTENTED I am , and contented I'll bez For what can this world more afford , Than a girl that will fociably fit on my kuce , And a cellar that's plenteously ftor'd ? See ! my ...
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... SONG 18 Sung at VAUXHALL . WHERE fhall Celia fly for shelter ? In what fecret grove or cave ? Sighs and fonnets fent to melt her , From the young , the gay , the brave . Tho ' with prudith airs the ftarch her , Still the longs , and ...
... SONG 18 Sung at VAUXHALL . WHERE fhall Celia fly for shelter ? In what fecret grove or cave ? Sighs and fonnets fent to melt her , From the young , the gay , the brave . Tho ' with prudith airs the ftarch her , Still the longs , and ...
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... Sung at VAUXHALL . LET fufty old grey - beards of apathy boaft , And Venus and Bacchus revile ; In spite of their ... Sung at VAUXHALL . BLYTHE Jockey , young and gay , Is all my heart's delight ; He's all my talk by day , And all my ...
... Sung at VAUXHALL . LET fufty old grey - beards of apathy boaft , And Venus and Bacchus revile ; In spite of their ... Sung at VAUXHALL . BLYTHE Jockey , young and gay , Is all my heart's delight ; He's all my talk by day , And all my ...
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... SONG 31 . Written by Dr. SMOLLET . Sung at VAUXHALL . THY fatal fhafts unerring move ; I bow before thine aitar , love ! I feel thy foft , refiftless flame , Glide fwift thro ' all my vital frame ( a / For while I gaze my bofom glows ...
... SONG 31 . Written by Dr. SMOLLET . Sung at VAUXHALL . THY fatal fhafts unerring move ; I bow before thine aitar , love ! I feel thy foft , refiftless flame , Glide fwift thro ' all my vital frame ( a / For while I gaze my bofom glows ...
Termos e frases comuns
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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Página 73 - 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.
Página 165 - 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.
Página 77 - 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.
Página 261 - 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.
Página 336 - 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.
Página 227 - 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.
Página 44 - 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.
Página 59 - 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.
Página 180 - 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.
Página 143 - 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.