Airs to the songsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... youths whofe hearts e'er bled . Otway . The following are fuppofed to be the original notes . There is a later , but not much fupperior air by dr . Boyce . Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled , By cruel Beautys pride ; Bring each ...
... youths whofe hearts e'er bled . Otway . The following are fuppofed to be the original notes . There is a later , but not much fupperior air by dr . Boyce . Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled , By cruel Beautys pride ; Bring each ...
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... youth , whoe'er thou be . Mifs Aikin Is fuppofed never to have been set , nor to have any tune . SONG XI . A maxim this , amongst the wife . No air known . SONG XII . Over the mountains and over the waves : Over the mountains and over ...
... youth , whoe'er thou be . Mifs Aikin Is fuppofed never to have been set , nor to have any tune . SONG XI . A maxim this , amongst the wife . No air known . SONG XII . Over the mountains and over the waves : Over the mountains and over ...
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... youth , those tell - tale eyes . Jenyns . Set by mr . Howard . ** Too plain , dear youth , these tell tale eyes My heart heart your own declare ; But , ** for heav'ns.
... youth , those tell - tale eyes . Jenyns . Set by mr . Howard . ** Too plain , dear youth , these tell tale eyes My heart heart your own declare ; But , ** for heav'ns.
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... Exeter . It is however more ufually fung to the following very beautiful Scotch Tune ; I wish my love were in a mire . tr Slow . Blefs'd as th'immortal gods is he , The youth youth who fondly fits by thee , And hears and.
... Exeter . It is however more ufually fung to the following very beautiful Scotch Tune ; I wish my love were in a mire . tr Slow . Blefs'd as th'immortal gods is he , The youth youth who fondly fits by thee , And hears and.
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youth who fondly fits by thee , And hears and fees thee , all the while , Softly speak , and fweetly smile . ' Twas this depriv'd my foul of reft , And rais'd fuch tumults in my breaft ; For while I gaz'd , in tr tranfport tofs'd , My ...
youth who fondly fits by thee , And hears and fees thee , all the while , Softly speak , and fweetly smile . ' Twas this depriv'd my foul of reft , And rais'd fuch tumults in my breaft ; For while I gaz'd , in tr tranfport tofs'd , My ...
Termos e frases comuns
a-way air known Air unknown Allegro Andante Arne BALLAD beauty blifs bottle's the fun Boyce caft Carey Celia charms Chloe CORRECTIONS AND ADDITIONAL cuckow Damon dear defire dimpled boy drink Drop-ing eyes fair falfe feem fhall fhepherd fhould figh fing firft firſt flain flave flocks flow'rs foft fome fong foon foul ftill ftream fuch fung fwain fweet gentle give glafs glaſs grove HARRY CAREY heart Henry Lawes Henry Purcell hither honeft inferting John Blow king la la la lafs lefs lover Michael Arne mild ale Moderato mufe mufic muft muſt ne'er nymph o'er originally fet paffion pain Phillis pleafing pleaſure pow'r rofe Set by dr SONG VII SONG VIII SONG X SONG XI SONG XXX SONG XXXVII ſtate ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou treaſure tune whofe winds wine youth
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