Preface. A historical essay on the origin and progress of national song. Love-songsJ. Johnson, 1783 - Ballads, English |
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... strain . POPE ( 16 ) , Hence the mournful fong or lamentation obtained the names of Linos and Aelinos . Orpheus is ... strains . ( 18 ) . ( 13 ) Burney , 1. 357 . ( 15 ) Burney , I. 319 . ( 17 ) Near 1300 years before Chrift . b 3 ( 14 ) ...
... strain . POPE ( 16 ) , Hence the mournful fong or lamentation obtained the names of Linos and Aelinos . Orpheus is ... strains . ( 18 ) . ( 13 ) Burney , 1. 357 . ( 15 ) Burney , I. 319 . ( 17 ) Near 1300 years before Chrift . b 3 ( 14 ) ...
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... strains that have been fpared by time , are fuch as were fet to the fongs of the Troubadours ( 81 ) . ” The hiftory of these people is fo exceedingly curious , agreeable and interesting that it has totally eclipsed that ( 79 ) M. de ...
... strains that have been fpared by time , are fuch as were fet to the fongs of the Troubadours ( 81 ) . ” The hiftory of these people is fo exceedingly curious , agreeable and interesting that it has totally eclipsed that ( 79 ) M. de ...
Page lxvii
... strains are emulated by the elegiac tenderness of Collins . Chef- terfield has left a few fongs ; they are neat and pointed , and would not have deserved lefs commendation if the flippant mufe of their noble author could have been ...
... strains are emulated by the elegiac tenderness of Collins . Chef- terfield has left a few fongs ; they are neat and pointed , and would not have deserved lefs commendation if the flippant mufe of their noble author could have been ...
Page 65
... strain , The virgins fit weeping around ! Ah Colin ! thy hopes are in vain , Thy pipe and thy laurel refign ; Thy falfe one inclines to a swain , Whofe mufic is fweeter than thine . And you , my companions fo dear , Who forrow to see me ...
... strain , The virgins fit weeping around ! Ah Colin ! thy hopes are in vain , Thy pipe and thy laurel refign ; Thy falfe one inclines to a swain , Whofe mufic is fweeter than thine . And you , my companions fo dear , Who forrow to see me ...
Page 106
... strains this recantation sung , AIR . Long fince unto her native sky Fled heav'n - defcended Conftancy ; Nought now that's ftable's to be had , The world's grown mutable and mad : Save Women - - - they , we must confefs , Are miracles ...
... strains this recantation sung , AIR . Long fince unto her native sky Fled heav'n - defcended Conftancy ; Nought now that's ftable's to be had , The world's grown mutable and mad : Save Women - - - they , we must confefs , Are miracles ...
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Ah willow ancient ballads beauty bleffings bofom breaſt Burney charms Chloe compofed compofitions dear defire delight deſpair difdain eaſe EDMUND WALLER English eyes fafe faid fair falfe fame fatire feek feem fhall fhepherd fhould figh fing firft firſt flame fmile foft fome fond fongs foon forrow foul fpring ftill fubject fuch fung fuppofed fwain fweet Gay Science gentle grove heart HENRY CAREY hiftory inferted king laft laſt leaft lefs likewife loft lov'd lover maid merit moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt ne'er never nymph o'er paffion pain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poet poetical poetry poffefs praiſe prefent preferved Provençal purſue Querlon racter reafon reft reign rife rofe ſeem ſhall ſhe SONG SONG ſpeak ſtill ſweet tender thee thefe theſe thofe THOMAS CAREW thoſe thou thouſand Troubadours Twas uſe whofe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE wiſh writer youth
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