Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 strán (strany) |
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Strana 13
... fire , In lightnings , own'd his secret stings ; In one rude clash he struck the lyre And swept with hurried hand the strings . With woeful measures wan Despair , Low sullen sounds , his grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange , and mingled ...
... fire , In lightnings , own'd his secret stings ; In one rude clash he struck the lyre And swept with hurried hand the strings . With woeful measures wan Despair , Low sullen sounds , his grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange , and mingled ...
Strana 24
... fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre : 20 " Hark , how each giant - oak and desert - cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , 25 Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs ...
... fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre : 20 " Hark , how each giant - oak and desert - cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , 25 Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs ...
Strana 26
... fires the western skies They melt , they vanish from my eyes . 75 80 85 90 95 100 But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height 105 Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory , spare my aching sight , Ye unborn ...
... fires the western skies They melt , they vanish from my eyes . 75 80 85 90 95 100 But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height 105 Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory , spare my aching sight , Ye unborn ...
Strana 34
... fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or waked to extasy the living lyre : 13 But knowledge to their eyes her ample page 40 45 Rich with the spoils of time , did ne'er unroll ; 50 Chill penury repress'd their noble ...
... fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or waked to extasy the living lyre : 13 But knowledge to their eyes her ample page 40 45 Rich with the spoils of time , did ne'er unroll ; 50 Chill penury repress'd their noble ...
Strana 36
... fires . 24 85 90 For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonour'd dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate , – 95 - 25 Haply some hoary ...
... fires . 24 85 90 For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonour'd dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate , – 95 - 25 Haply some hoary ...
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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 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.
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