Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 էջ |
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... scene . Though taste , though genius , bless To some divine excess , 35 40 Faints the cold work till thou inspire the whole ; 45 What each , what all supply May court , may charm our eye ; Thou , only thou , canst raise the meeting soul ...
... scene . Though taste , though genius , bless To some divine excess , 35 40 Faints the cold work till thou inspire the whole ; 45 What each , what all supply May court , may charm our eye ; Thou , only thou , canst raise the meeting soul ...
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... scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks , the woods , the vale She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And , where her sweetest theme she chose , 30 35 A soft responsive voice was ...
... scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks , the woods , the vale She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And , where her sweetest theme she chose , 30 35 A soft responsive voice was ...
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... scene ; 25 Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells , Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams . Or , if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet , be mine the hut That , from the mountain's side , Views ...
... scene ; 25 Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells , Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams . Or , if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet , be mine the hut That , from the mountain's side , Views ...
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... scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet : 10 But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His ...
... scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet : 10 But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His ...
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... scenes on Snowdon's height 105 Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory , spare my aching sight , Ye unborn ages , crowd not on my soul ! No more our long - lost Arthur we bewail : All hail , ye genuine kings ...
... scenes on Snowdon's height 105 Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory , spare my aching sight , Ye unborn ages , crowd not on my soul ! No more our long - lost Arthur we bewail : All hail , ye genuine kings ...
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Էջ 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
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.