Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 стор. |
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... sweet musician sung , Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ... Sweet the pleasure , Bacchus ' blessings are a treasure , 45 50 Sweet is pleasure after pain . Soothed with the sound ...
... sweet musician sung , Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ... Sweet the pleasure , Bacchus ' blessings are a treasure , 45 50 Sweet is pleasure after pain . Soothed with the sound ...
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... sweet , in Lydian measures Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures . War , he sung , is toil and trouble , Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still beginning , Fighting still , and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy ...
... sweet , in Lydian measures Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures . War , he sung , is toil and trouble , Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still beginning , Fighting still , and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy ...
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... sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds , 135 And added length to solemn sounds , With Nature's mother - wit , and arts unknown before . -Let old Timotheus yield the prize Or both divide the crown ; He ...
... sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds , 135 And added length to solemn sounds , With Nature's mother - wit , and arts unknown before . -Let old Timotheus yield the prize Or both divide the crown ; He ...
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... Sweet lessons of her forceful art , Each ( for Madness ruled the hour ) Would prove his own expressive power . First Fear his hand , its skill to try , Amid the chords bewilder'd laid , And back recoil'd , he knew not why , E'en at the ...
... Sweet lessons of her forceful art , Each ( for Madness ruled the hour ) Would prove his own expressive power . First Fear his hand , its skill to try , Amid the chords bewilder'd laid , And back recoil'd , he knew not why , E'en at the ...
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... 'd seat , In notes by distance made more sweet , 60 Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbing runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms 14 SELECTED LYRICS.
... 'd seat , In notes by distance made more sweet , 60 Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbing runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms 14 SELECTED LYRICS.
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Aeolian lyre Alexander ALEXANDER SELKIRK Alexander's Feast antistrophe apodosis baith bard beneath blaw bonnie Lesley breathe Burns Burns's Cecilia Cecilia's Day charm Collins Cowper Cromwell dear death Dryden Edward Edward III Eleanor of Castile Elegy Epode Eton ETON COLLEGE eyes Fair Lesley fate favorite flowers goddess Gray's harmony heart Heaven heroic couplet Highland Mary Horace Walpole hour Jean John Anderson Jove Julius Cæsar Kempenfelt King lassie LINE lived Luve LUVE'S lyre LYRICS Mary Morison melancholy meter mind mood Muse ne'er numbers o'er passage passion phrase Pindar pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry praise Progress of Poesy purple reader Richard Kempenfelt shade sigh'd simplicity sing Skylark smile Song for St sorrow soul sound springs stanza Stoke Pogis Strophe sweet taste thee theme thou thought thro tone Unwin vale verse voice winds wooing o't write
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Сторінка 64 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Сторінка 37 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 64 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...
Сторінка 37 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Сторінка 13 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Сторінка 24 - Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears...
Сторінка 48 - Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his...
Сторінка 38 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Сторінка 7 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Сторінка 17 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.