Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 стор. |
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... Think , O think , it worth enjoying : Lovely Thais sits beside thee , Take the good the gods provide thee ! The many rend the skies with loud applause ; 75 80 85 So Love was crown'd , but Music won the cause . 90 The prince , unable to ...
... Think , O think , it worth enjoying : Lovely Thais sits beside thee , Take the good the gods provide thee ! The many rend the skies with loud applause ; 75 80 85 So Love was crown'd , but Music won the cause . 90 The prince , unable to ...
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... think he did not use to read ' Virgil ' as I commonly do here . " To a student of Gray this letter reveals four significant traits , love of nature , a melancholy temperament , a de- votion to learning , and a playful sense of humor ...
... think he did not use to read ' Virgil ' as I commonly do here . " To a student of Gray this letter reveals four significant traits , love of nature , a melancholy temperament , a de- votion to learning , and a playful sense of humor ...
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... think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray . Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign ...
... think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray . Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign ...
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... think ( At ease reclined in rustic state ) How vain the ardour of the crowd , How low , how little are the proud , How indigent the great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark , how thro ' the peopled ...
... think ( At ease reclined in rustic state ) How vain the ardour of the crowd , How low , how little are the proud , How indigent the great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark , how thro ' the peopled ...
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... think upon him , With meekness that is gratefulness to God whose heaven hath won him , Who suffered once the madness - cloud to His own love to bind him , But gently led the blind along where breath and bird could find him ; And wrought ...
... think upon him , With meekness that is gratefulness to God whose heaven hath won him , Who suffered once the madness - cloud to His own love to bind him , But gently led the blind along where breath and bird could find him ; And wrought ...
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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.