Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and Burns |
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Strana 87
After a pretty long tract of the most ardent reciprocal attachment we met by appointment on the second Sunday of May , in a sequestered spot by the banks of the Ayr , where we spent the day in taking farewell , before she should embark ...
After a pretty long tract of the most ardent reciprocal attachment we met by appointment on the second Sunday of May , in a sequestered spot by the banks of the Ayr , where we spent the day in taking farewell , before she should embark ...
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Alexander ancient antistrophe bard beneath bonnie born breathe Cecilia charm Collins coming contrast Cowper death died Dryden Edward effect Elegy Explain eyes fact fair famous fate Feast feel fire flowers give Gray Gray's hand happy harmony head hear heart Heaven hour Italy Jean John King later light LINE lived lost lyre LYRICS Mary meaning melancholy mind Morn Muse nature night o'er Ode to Duty once pain passage passion perhaps Persian phrase pleasure poem poet poet's poetry praise purple reader Richard Kempenfelt rose scene shade shows side simple simplicity sing smile soft song soul sound spirit springs stanza sweet taste tells thee theme thinks thou thought tone Unwin verse voice wild winds write written wrote young
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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.