Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 pages |
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Aeolian lyre Alexander ALEXANDER SELKIRK Alexander's Feast antistrophe apodosis bard beneath blaw breathe brow Burns Burns's Cecilia's Day charm churchyard Collins Cowper Cromwell death Dryden Duncan Edward Edward III Eleanor of Castile Elegy epitaph Epode Erinyes Eton ETON COLLEGE eyes fate favorite flowers goddess Gray Gray's Greek harmony heart Heaven Henry VI heroic couplet Highland Mary Horace Walpole Jean John Anderson Jove Julius Cæsar Kempenfelt King lassie LINE lived lyre LYRICS Mary Morison melancholy meter Milton mind mood Muse numbers o'er passage passion phrase Pindar pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry praise Progress of Poesy purple reader Richard Kempenfelt sable shade simplicity sing Skylark smile Song for St soothe sorrow soul sound spirit springs stanza Stoke Pogis Strophe sweet taste thee theme thou thought thro tone trembling vale verse voice wild winds write
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Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.