Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 strán (strany) |
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Strana 1
... voices no love for Cam- bridge , where he remained seven years , but compares her invidiously to Oxford . Little is known of his life after leaving Cambridge in 1657 , until his favorable reception among the wits of London after the ...
... voices no love for Cam- bridge , where he remained seven years , but compares her invidiously to Oxford . Little is known of his life after leaving Cambridge in 1657 , until his favorable reception among the wits of London after the ...
Strana 3
... voice was heard from high , Arise , ye more than dead ! Then cold and hot and moist and dry In order to their stations leap , And Music's power obey . 5 10 From harmony , from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony ...
... voice was heard from high , Arise , ye more than dead ! Then cold and hot and moist and dry In order to their stations leap , And Music's power obey . 5 10 From harmony , from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony ...
Strana 4
... voice can reach The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . Orpheus could lead the savage race , And trees unrooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But ...
... voice can reach The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . Orpheus could lead the savage race , And trees unrooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But ...
Strana 14
... voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smiled , and waved her golden hair ; - And longer had she sung : Revenge impatient rose : but with a frown He threw his blood - stain'd sword in thunder down ; And with a withering ...
... voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smiled , and waved her golden hair ; - And longer had she sung : Revenge impatient rose : but with a frown He threw his blood - stain'd sword in thunder down ; And with a withering ...
Strana 15
... voice he loved the best : They would have thought who heard the strain They saw , in Tempe's vale , her native maids Amidst the festal - sounding shades To some unwearied minstrel dancing ; While , as his flying fingers kiss'd the ...
... voice he loved the best : They would have thought who heard the strain They saw , in Tempe's vale , her native maids Amidst the festal - sounding shades To some unwearied minstrel dancing ; While , as his flying fingers kiss'd the ...
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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 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
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.