Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 strán (strany) |
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Strana 3
... anger And mortal alarms . The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries " Hark ! the foes come ; Charge , charge , ' t is too late to retreat ! " 25 25 30 30 The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes.
... anger And mortal alarms . The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries " Hark ! the foes come ; Charge , charge , ' t is too late to retreat ! " 25 25 30 30 The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes.
Strana 4
Charles Swain Thomas. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers , Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute . Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation , 35 Fury , frantic ...
Charles Swain Thomas. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers , Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute . Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation , 35 Fury , frantic ...
Strana 11
... died , No equal haunt allured thy future feet : O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest breathe , Though Beauty cull'd the wreath , - Still ask thy hand to range ...
... died , No equal haunt allured thy future feet : O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest breathe , Though Beauty cull'd the wreath , - Still ask thy hand to range ...
Strana 15
... died away . But O ! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew , Blew an inspiring air , that dale and thicket rung , The ...
... died away . But O ! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew , Blew an inspiring air , that dale and thicket rung , The ...
Strana 16
... dying gales ; O Nymph reserved , while now the bright - hair'd sun - Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed ; Now air is hush'd , save where the weak - eyed bat 5 With short ...
... dying gales ; O Nymph reserved , while now the bright - hair'd sun - Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed ; Now air is hush'd , save where the weak - eyed bat 5 With short ...
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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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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.