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... merit must be dead to the singer , and existing only to the reader . And when we cast our eyes on the trash which modern musical composers seem in pre- ference ference to select as the vehicles of their notes , AN ESSAY.
... merit must be dead to the singer , and existing only to the reader . And when we cast our eyes on the trash which modern musical composers seem in pre- ference ference to select as the vehicles of their notes , AN ESSAY.
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... eye ; Teach him to spell those mystic names That kindle bright immortal flames ; And guide his young unpractised feet To reach coy Learning's lofty seat . " Ah luckless hour ! mistaken maids ! When Cupid sought the Muses ' shades ; Of ...
... eye ; Teach him to spell those mystic names That kindle bright immortal flames ; And guide his young unpractised feet To reach coy Learning's lofty seat . " Ah luckless hour ! mistaken maids ! When Cupid sought the Muses ' shades ; Of ...
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... eyes 204 Dried be that tear , my gentlest love , R. B. Sheridan . 41981 Fair Amoret is gone astray , Congreve Fair , and soft , and gay , and young , 200 138 Fickle bliss , fantastic treasure , 181 For ever , Fickle Ivi CONTENTS .
... eyes 204 Dried be that tear , my gentlest love , R. B. Sheridan . 41981 Fair Amoret is gone astray , Congreve Fair , and soft , and gay , and young , 200 138 Fickle bliss , fantastic treasure , 181 For ever , Fickle Ivi CONTENTS .
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... eye , I pr'ythee send me back my heart , W. I talk'd to my fluttering heart , Laura Sophia Temple . I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve , Congreve . 207 If in that breast , so good , so pure , Sir J. Moore . 100 If • 187 ...
... eye , I pr'ythee send me back my heart , W. I talk'd to my fluttering heart , Laura Sophia Temple . I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve , Congreve . 207 If in that breast , so good , so pure , Sir J. Moore . 100 If • 187 ...
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... eye If wine and music have the power , In Chloris all soft charms agree , In vain you tell your parting lover In vain ... eyes Love still has something of the sea Love's a dream of mighty treasure Love's but the frailty of the mind Lucy ...
... eye If wine and music have the power , In Chloris all soft charms agree , In vain you tell your parting lover In vain ... eyes Love still has something of the sea Love's a dream of mighty treasure Love's but the frailty of the mind Lucy ...
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adore Anacreon ANNA SEWARD beat surrender beauty beauty's bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath CELIA charms cheek CHLOE cold Countess of Bute cruel Cupid Damon dare dart dear delight despair disdain drest eyes face fair faithless fancy fate fear feel flag of England flame fond fondly frown gaze gentle give grace grief grove hate heart heaven hope JOANNA BAILLIE kind languish lips live look love's lover lyre maid melting valued mind ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain passion PHYLLIS pieces termed pity plain pleasing pleasure pride R. B. SHERIDAN rapture Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh smile SOAME JENYNS soft song sorrows soul speak stormy tempests blow strain STREPHON swain sweet tears tell tender thee thine thou art thought thro tongue trembling Twas vows whene'er wound wretch youth
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Page 166 - 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.
Page 8 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine. To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 47 - 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.
Page 10 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 10 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
Page 9 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ''Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 54 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Page 216 - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Page 26 - When forced the fair nymph to forego, What anguish I felt at my heart! Yet I thought — but it might not be so — 'Twas with pain that she saw me depart. She gazed as I slowly withdrew, My path I could hardly discern; So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Page 28 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed : But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...