The Vocal Magazine: Or, Compleat British Songster, Volumele 1-9Harrison and Company, 1781 - 359 pagini |
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Pagina 9
... true lovers receive , When Luna bedecks the ftill night , And glances her fmiles on the eve : When to the fair meadows we go , Where peace and contentment retire Or down the smooth current we row , In time with the flutes and the lyre ...
... true lovers receive , When Luna bedecks the ftill night , And glances her fmiles on the eve : When to the fair meadows we go , Where peace and contentment retire Or down the smooth current we row , In time with the flutes and the lyre ...
Pagina 18
... true , the averr'd , Who could rob a poor bird of it's young ; And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tendernets fall from her tongue . But where does my Phillida ftray , And where are her grots and her bow'rs ; Are the groves and ...
... true , the averr'd , Who could rob a poor bird of it's young ; And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tendernets fall from her tongue . But where does my Phillida ftray , And where are her grots and her bow'rs ; Are the groves and ...
Pagina 21
... true pleafures behind ; And oft , as I went , faw ' twas folly to roam , For falfe all the joy was that grew not at home . To flirt , to be prais'd , was to me no delight , figh'd for no fwain with my own in my fight ; Then how could I ...
... true pleafures behind ; And oft , as I went , faw ' twas folly to roam , For falfe all the joy was that grew not at home . To flirt , to be prais'd , was to me no delight , figh'd for no fwain with my own in my fight ; Then how could I ...
Pagina 30
... true ( wain , In whom a young nymph may confide ? Men are now fo conceited and vain , They no longer have hearts to divide : Or in court , or in city , or town , All acknowledge how fruitless the fearch So polite , too , each village is ...
... true ( wain , In whom a young nymph may confide ? Men are now fo conceited and vain , They no longer have hearts to divide : Or in court , or in city , or town , All acknowledge how fruitless the fearch So polite , too , each village is ...
Pagina 32
... True , at length my vigour's flown , I have years to bring decay ; Few the locks that now I own , And the few I have are grey ! Yet , old Jerome , thou may'ft boast , While thy fpirits do not tire , Still , beneath thy age's froft ...
... True , at length my vigour's flown , I have years to bring decay ; Few the locks that now I own , And the few I have are grey ! Yet , old Jerome , thou may'ft boast , While thy fpirits do not tire , Still , beneath thy age's froft ...
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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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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.