The Vocal Magazine: Or, Compleat British Songster, 1-9. kötetHarrison and Company, 1781 - 359 oldal |
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5. oldal
... bright Venus may reign , Ador'd for her beauty above ; We fhepherds who dwell on the plain , Hail May as the mother of love , From the Weft as it wantonly blows , Fond zephyr careffes the vine , The bee fteals a kifs from the rose , And ...
... bright Venus may reign , Ador'd for her beauty above ; We fhepherds who dwell on the plain , Hail May as the mother of love , From the Weft as it wantonly blows , Fond zephyr careffes the vine , The bee fteals a kifs from the rose , And ...
9. oldal
... bright as her cheeks to your eye . In a piece of flit - hoop I my candle have stuck , " Twill light us each bottle to hand ; The foot of my glafs for the purpose I've broke , For I hate that a bumper should stand . Sound that pipe - tis ...
... bright as her cheeks to your eye . In a piece of flit - hoop I my candle have stuck , " Twill light us each bottle to hand ; The foot of my glafs for the purpose I've broke , For I hate that a bumper should stand . Sound that pipe - tis ...
11. oldal
... bright fair I'd refign , With whatever the gay world can give , Would fortune but make Celia mine , With enough independent to live . No monarch would , then , be more bleft ; Nor wou'd I , a throne to enjoy , Exchange the dear nymph I ...
... bright fair I'd refign , With whatever the gay world can give , Would fortune but make Celia mine , With enough independent to live . No monarch would , then , be more bleft ; Nor wou'd I , a throne to enjoy , Exchange the dear nymph I ...
15. oldal
... bright Venus , perfuation's foit art , Or aid me , by reafon , to ranfom my heart ! To crown my defire , or to banish my pain , Give love to the nymph , or give cafe to the fwain . SONG 39 . Sung in Cymon . IF the whispers the judge ...
... bright Venus , perfuation's foit art , Or aid me , by reafon , to ranfom my heart ! To crown my defire , or to banish my pain , Give love to the nymph , or give cafe to the fwain . SONG 39 . Sung in Cymon . IF the whispers the judge ...
16. oldal
... bright or clever ; Then let us both agree to - day , To - morrow will be never . I ne'er fall be a better man , I burn with love's high fever ; Pray now be kind , I know you can , You must not answer never . While you , thus , Chloe ...
... bright or clever ; Then let us both agree to - day , To - morrow will be never . I ne'er fall be a better man , I burn with love's high fever ; Pray now be kind , I know you can , You must not answer never . While you , thus , Chloe ...
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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
Népszerű szakaszok
73. oldal - 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.
165. oldal - 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.
77. oldal - 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.
261. oldal - 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.
336. oldal - 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.
227. oldal - 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.
44. oldal - 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.
59. oldal - 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.
180. oldal - 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.
143. oldal - 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.