Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 стор. |
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... WRITTEN IN 1746 . THE PASSIONS ODE TO EVENING • THOMAS GRAY • 1 · • 3 5 9 11 12 • 13 16 19 ODE ON THE PLEASURE arising froM VICISSITUDE 21 ON A FAVOURITE CAT 22 THE BARD . 23 THE PROGRESS OF POESY 28 ODE ON THE SPRING 31 • ELEGY WRITTEN ...
... WRITTEN IN 1746 . THE PASSIONS ODE TO EVENING • THOMAS GRAY • 1 · • 3 5 9 11 12 • 13 16 19 ODE ON THE PLEASURE arising froM VICISSITUDE 21 ON A FAVOURITE CAT 22 THE BARD . 23 THE PROGRESS OF POESY 28 ODE ON THE SPRING 31 • ELEGY WRITTEN ...
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... written is scarcely known to that wide populace who sing the songs of the Scottish bard with such familiar ease . Collins is a favorite with the academic few ; Burns is a favorite alike with those few and with the untutored many ...
... written is scarcely known to that wide populace who sing the songs of the Scottish bard with such familiar ease . Collins is a favorite with the academic few ; Burns is a favorite alike with those few and with the untutored many ...
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... WRITTEN IN 1746 How sleep the brave , who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever ...
... WRITTEN IN 1746 How sleep the brave , who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever ...
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... writing of the Elegy extended over a period of seven years . The studied leisure of his verse composition ac- counts for the limited quantity — about fourteen hundred lines only . It is significant , however , that practically all of it ...
... writing of the Elegy extended over a period of seven years . The studied leisure of his verse composition ac- counts for the limited quantity — about fourteen hundred lines only . It is significant , however , that practically all of it ...
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... of hoarded sweets , No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set , thy spring is gone- We frolic while ' t is May . 45 50 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD 1 THE Curfew tolls 32 SELECTED LYRICS.
... of hoarded sweets , No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set , thy spring is gone- We frolic while ' t is May . 45 50 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD 1 THE Curfew tolls 32 SELECTED LYRICS.
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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.