 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 oldal
...to move ; , For^pity melts the mind to love. >Q^ Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, , Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures, War, he sung, is toil and trouble...destroying. If the world be worth thy winning, Think, oh, think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee : Take the good the gods provide thee ;... | |
 | 1823 - 872 oldal
...kindred sound to move ) For pity melu the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures. Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble...Fighting still, and still destroying. If the world he worth thy winning, Think, О think, it worth enjoying. Lovely Thais «its beside thee. Take the... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 oldal
...to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Sofsly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his »ul ? Let him give on till he can give no more, The thrifty...him with new plots shall be my care ; Or plunge him nnable to conceal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair Who caus' d his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and... | |
 | British anthology - 1824 - 460 oldal
...kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble,...the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with lond applanse : So Love was crown'd, but Music won the canse. The prince, unable to conceal his pain,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 oldal
...sound, to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd hts [ _ | 5 y ] _ ͛ M[ ^~u uO]y G o ˷ = ھ[.knY < η... } c ^ J | ϳ = ? _ = [/ mw k ~ erown'd, but Musie won the eause. The prinee, unable to eoneeal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair Who eaus'd... | |
 | William Scott - 1825 - 382 oldal
...pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasure*, War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending, still beginning, _ Fighting still, and still destroying. If the world be worth thy winning. Think, oh, think it worth... | |
 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 oldal
...sound to move ; For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble:...destroying If the world be worth thy winning; Think, Oh think ft worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee ! The... | |
 | John Aikin - 1826 - 840 oldal
...the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures, "•f, ne sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending, still beginning, Fifthting still, and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth... | |
 | Richard Polwhele - 1826
...your character. much of the ballad species ; and as being too remote from the lyric genius ; such as " War, he sung, is toil and trouble, Honour but an empty bubble, &c." " With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, &c." The repetition of " Fall'n, fall'n, fell'n, fall'n,... | |
 | 1826 - 748 oldal
...partaking too much of the ballad species; and as being too remote from the lyric genius ; such as " War, he sung, is toil and trouble, Honour but an empty bubble, &c." " With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, &c." The repetition of " Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n,... | |
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Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble... 
