Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 páginas |
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... purple grace 40 Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes ! He shows his honest face : Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain ; Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure , Sweet the pleasure ...
... purple grace 40 Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes ! He shows his honest face : Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain ; Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure , Sweet the pleasure ...
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... purple , to the view Betray'd a golden gleam . The hapless Nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first , and then a claw With many an ardent wish She stretch'd , in vain , to reach the prize – What female heart can gold despise ? What Cat's ...
... purple , to the view Betray'd a golden gleam . The hapless Nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first , and then a claw With many an ardent wish She stretch'd , in vain , to reach the prize – What female heart can gold despise ? What Cat's ...
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... purple light of Love . II . 1. Strophe Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour , and Penury , the racks of Pain , Disease , and Sorrow's weeping train , And Death , sad refuge from the storms of fate ! 45 The fond complaint , my song ...
... purple light of Love . II . 1. Strophe Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour , and Penury , the racks of Pain , Disease , and Sorrow's weeping train , And Death , sad refuge from the storms of fate ! 45 The fond complaint , my song ...
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... purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her throat 5 Responsive to the cuckoo's note , The untaught harmony of Spring : While , whispering pleasure as they fly , Cool Zephyrs thro ' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling . 10 ...
... purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her throat 5 Responsive to the cuckoo's note , The untaught harmony of Spring : While , whispering pleasure as they fly , Cool Zephyrs thro ' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling . 10 ...
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... purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before , unpitied and alone . When first thy Sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child , design'd , To thee he gave the heavenly birth And bade to form her infant mind . 5 10 Stern ...
... purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before , unpitied and alone . When first thy Sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child , design'd , To thee he gave the heavenly birth And bade to form her infant mind . 5 10 Stern ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.