Preface. A historical essay on the origin and progress of national song. Love-songsJ. Johnson, 1783 |
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... French author ( 46 ) . The Romans appear not , however , in the article of fong , to have profited much by the inftruc- tions of their accomplished teachers . Indeed the history of mufical poetry among this great people is extraordi ...
... French author ( 46 ) . The Romans appear not , however , in the article of fong , to have profited much by the inftruc- tions of their accomplished teachers . Indeed the history of mufical poetry among this great people is extraordi ...
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... French have likewife other fongs in Latin rime of a very great age ( 57 ) . This language appears to have been much used for the purpose of fong - writing fo late as the thirteenth century , when , as the ingenious author cited in the ...
... French have likewife other fongs in Latin rime of a very great age ( 57 ) . This language appears to have been much used for the purpose of fong - writing fo late as the thirteenth century , when , as the ingenious author cited in the ...
Сторінка xviii
... French rime . This celebrated compofition , whatever it was , continued to be known fo late as the fourteenth century , but is imagined to be , at prefent , entirely loft . The inge- nious dr . Burney has , indeed , printed certain ...
... French rime . This celebrated compofition , whatever it was , continued to be known fo late as the fourteenth century , but is imagined to be , at prefent , entirely loft . The inge- nious dr . Burney has , indeed , printed certain ...
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... French , we are no where certified . We may , there- for , conjecture them to have been in both . The affection for fongs in the vulgar tongue began first to fhew itsfelf in the provinces . It was fome time before they prevailed in the ...
... French , we are no where certified . We may , there- for , conjecture them to have been in both . The affection for fongs in the vulgar tongue began first to fhew itsfelf in the provinces . It was fome time before they prevailed in the ...
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... French , are ftill preferved . He was bountiful to thefe poets to excefs , and had generally a number of them in his court ( 67 ) . In ( 65 ) Not ( quafi ONGLEURS ) from ongles the nails , of which there is no proof that the Jongleurs ...
... French , are ftill preferved . He was bountiful to thefe poets to excefs , and had generally a number of them in his court ( 67 ) . In ( 65 ) Not ( quafi ONGLEURS ) from ongles the nails , of which there is no proof that the Jongleurs ...
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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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