Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 strán (strany) |
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... wrote brilliant criticism , he was a skilled trans- lator , and he left behind him almost as many plays as did Shakespeare , but his purely lyric output was meager . John Dryden , the oldest of fourteen children , was born in August ...
... wrote brilliant criticism , he was a skilled trans- lator , and he left behind him almost as many plays as did Shakespeare , but his purely lyric output was meager . John Dryden , the oldest of fourteen children , was born in August ...
Strana 9
... wrote in that time much less than Burns ; indeed , he has left behind him only about fifteen hundred lines of verse . And what he has written is scarcely known to that wide populace who sing the songs of the Scottish bard with such ...
... wrote in that time much less than Burns ; indeed , he has left behind him only about fifteen hundred lines of verse . And what he has written is scarcely known to that wide populace who sing the songs of the Scottish bard with such ...
Strana 10
... wrote , in honor of his friend James Thomson , that touching elegy so full of languorous beauty beginning with the stanza : In yonder grave a Druid lies , Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise ...
... wrote , in honor of his friend James Thomson , that touching elegy so full of languorous beauty beginning with the stanza : In yonder grave a Druid lies , Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise ...
Strana 58
... wrote so sincerely and so beautifully of a personal and transient passion has won an affection that is both so universal and so constant that his songs will go reverberating through the long vista of the coming years . LYRICS BY BURNS ...
... wrote so sincerely and so beautifully of a personal and transient passion has won an affection that is both so universal and so constant that his songs will go reverberating through the long vista of the coming years . LYRICS BY BURNS ...
Strana 69
... wrote the Song for St. Cecilia's Day in 1687 , and the Alexander's Feast for the same event ten years later . Pope's Ode on St. Cecilia's Day was written in 1708 . 8 Cold and hot and moist and dry : By the ancients these were considered ...
... wrote the Song for St. Cecilia's Day in 1687 , and the Alexander's Feast for the same event ten years later . Pope's Ode on St. Cecilia's Day was written in 1708 . 8 Cold and hot and moist and dry : By the ancients these were considered ...
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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.