UID:
kobvindex_ZLB12845265
Format:
xxiv, 316 Seiten
Edition:
1
Uniform Title:
Lieder
Note:
A choir of bright beauties. A pastoral coronation song. A pastoral elegy on the death of Mr.John Playford. A thousand sev'ral ways. Aaron thus propos'd to Moses. Ah! cruel nymph. Ah! how pleasant. Ah! what pains. Amidst the shades. Amintas to my grief I see. Amintor, heedless of his flocks. An elegy upon the death of Mr.Thomas Farmer. Anacreon's defeat. Ask me to love. Bacchus is a pow'r divine. Bell Barr. Beneath a dark and melancholy grove. Bess Of Bedlam. Beware, poor shepherds. Cease, O my sad soul. Celia's fond. Corinna is divinely fair. Cupid, the slyest rogue alive. Draw near, you lovers. Farewell, all joys. Farewell, ye rocks. Fly swift, ye hours. From silent shades. Gentle shepherds. He himself courts. Hears not my Phillis. High on a throne. Honours may crown. How delightful's the life. How I sigh. How peaceful the days are. I came, I saw. I envy not a monarch's fate. I fain would be free. I love and I must. I lov'd fair Celia. I resolve against cringing. I saw that you were grown so high. I take no pleasure. If grief has any pow'r. If music be the food of love. If pray'rs and tears. In Cloris all soft charms agree. In vain we dissemble. Incassum, Lesbia. Leave these useless arts. Let each gallant heart. Let formal lovers. Let us, kind Lesbia. Love arms himself. Love is now become a trade. Love, thou canst hear. Love's pow'r in my heart Lovely Albina. More love or more disdain. Musing on cares. My heart, whenever you appear. No, to what purpose. No watch, dear Celia. Not all my torments. O solitude. Ode on the Queen. Oh fair Cedaria. Oh how happy's he. Olinda in the shades unseen. On the brow of Richmond Hill. On the death of his worthy friend Mr. Matthew Locke. Pastora's beauties when unblown. Phillis, I can ne'er forgive it. Phillis, talk no more. Pious Celinda. Rashly I swore. Sappho's complaint. Sawney is a bonny lad. Scarce had the rising sun. Scotch Song. See how the fading glories. She loves and she confesses too. She that would gain. She, who my poor heart possesses. Sighs for our late sovereign King Charles the Second. Silvia. Since one poor view. Since teh pox. Solitude. Spite of the godhead. Stripp'd of their green. Sweet, be no longer sad. Sweet Tyraness. Sylvia now your scorn give over. Sylvia, tis true you're fair. The caution. The concealment. The fatal hour. The knotting song. The loyal delights of a contented mind. The Queen's Epicedium. The rich rival. The storm. The thralldom. The triumps of a conquering lover. They say you're angry. This poet sings. Through mournful shades. Turn then thine eyes. Urge me no more. We now my Thyrsis. What a sad fate. What can we. What hope for us remains When first Amintas. When first my shepherdess and I. When her languishing eyes. When I a lover. When my Aemelia smiles. When Strephon Found. When Thirsis did the splendid eye. While Thirsis, wrapp'd. Whilst Cynthia sang. Who but a slave. Who can behold. Why so serious. Ye happy swains. Young Thirsis' fate.
Language:
English
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