Songs of England. The book of English songs, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay Houlston & Wright, 65, Paternoster row, 1857 - 319 oldal |
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17. oldal
... feel what a song is ; but the smaller class , who reason and refine , are as yet scarcely agreed upon the meaning of the term song , " - unless the vague definition that it is " something which may be sung " can be considered as ...
... feel what a song is ; but the smaller class , who reason and refine , are as yet scarcely agreed upon the meaning of the term song , " - unless the vague definition that it is " something which may be sung " can be considered as ...
19. oldal
... feel , and old ones to be interested , in that passion , it is to be anticipated that songs will continue to be made ... feeling which the American philosopher Emerson calls " the divine rage and enthusiasm which seizes on man at one ...
... feel , and old ones to be interested , in that passion , it is to be anticipated that songs will continue to be made ... feeling which the American philosopher Emerson calls " the divine rage and enthusiasm which seizes on man at one ...
22. oldal
... feeling . Without their aid , the song - writer cannot win his way to the popular heart ; and poets , disgusted with musicians , will neglect this fascinating branch of the poetic art , and direct the energies of their minds to more ...
... feeling . Without their aid , the song - writer cannot win his way to the popular heart ; and poets , disgusted with musicians , will neglect this fascinating branch of the poetic art , and direct the energies of their minds to more ...
37. oldal
... feels , - That women's eyes and stars are odd , And love is but a feigned god . But such as will run mad with will , I cannot clear their sight ; But leave them to their study still , To look where is no light ; Till time too late we ...
... feels , - That women's eyes and stars are odd , And love is but a feigned god . But such as will run mad with will , I cannot clear their sight ; But leave them to their study still , To look where is no light ; Till time too late we ...
40. oldal
... feel these smarts Until they have confined their hearts ; Then , if you'll cure your fears , you shall Love neither fair , black , brown , —but all . Henry Lawes , born in 1600 , was the composer of the original music of Milton's ...
... feel these smarts Until they have confined their hearts ; Then , if you'll cure your fears , you shall Love neither fair , black , brown , —but all . Henry Lawes , born in 1600 , was the composer of the original music of Milton's ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
55. oldal - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
202. oldal - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast ; And bends the gallant mast my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
150. oldal - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
36. oldal - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
88. oldal - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
67. oldal - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
201. oldal - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
146. oldal - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
43. 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.
178. oldal - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.