Letters to John Aikin, M. D., on His Volume of Vocal Poetry: and on His "Essays on Song-writing; with a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most Eminent for Poetical Merit.": Published Originally by Himself in the Year 1772; and Re-published by R. H. Evans, in the Year 1810

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F. Hodson and sold by F. C. and J. Rivington, London, 1811 - Songs, English - 472 pages
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Page 246 - is more precious than rubies, and all the things thou cans't desire are not to be compared unto her. Length of days is in her right hand, and in her left hand riches and honour. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
Page 349 - Dost not thou fear God, seeing thou art in the same condemnation ? And we indeed justly," &c. There is a passage upon the subject in one of the Fathers* so extremely beautiful and apposite to the present purpose, that I cannot help translating it—-" The penitent thief performs many
Page 439 - our voices raise, And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is thy command^ Vast as eternity thy love, Firm as a rock thy truth must stand When rolling years
Page 200 - Woe unto them that rise up early in the morning that they may follow strong drink, that continue until night, till wine inflame them ! And the harp and the viol, the tabret and pipe, and wine are in their feasts; but they regard not the work of the Lord, neither consider the operation of his hands.
Page 427 - closing eyes ! How gently heaves th' expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away : So sinks the gale when storms are o'er: So gently shuts the eye of day : So dies a wave along the shore. 3 Triumphant smiles the victor brow, Fann'd by some angel's purple wing. O Grave! where is thy vict'ry now ? Invidious Death! where is thy sting
Page 285 - peace, Love tunes the Shepherd's reed ; In war he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 325 - My Mary I Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! 8 For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary!
Page 244 - me, that the child may live ? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast ? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me". (2 Samuel xii.
Page 428 - ADDISON. 1 WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear ! 2 If yet while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks,.
Page 326 - 12 But ah! by constant heed I know, How oft the sadness that I show, Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! 13 And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last, My Mary!

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