Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 pages |
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... JOHN ANDERSON NOTES . • INDEX OF FIRST LINES AND AUTHORS 60 60 62 63 63 64 . 65 66 • 67 • 69 • • • 91 JOHN DRYDEN 1631-1700 WHEN Professor Palgrave made up his Golden vi CONTENTS.
... JOHN ANDERSON NOTES . • INDEX OF FIRST LINES AND AUTHORS 60 60 62 63 63 64 . 65 66 • 67 • 69 • • • 91 JOHN DRYDEN 1631-1700 WHEN Professor Palgrave made up his Golden vi CONTENTS.
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... JOHN ANDERSON 30 JOHN ANDERSON my jo , John , When we were first acquent Your locks were like the raven , Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is bald , John , Your locks are like the snow ; But blessings on your frosty pow , 5 ...
... JOHN ANDERSON 30 JOHN ANDERSON my jo , John , When we were first acquent Your locks were like the raven , Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is bald , John , Your locks are like the snow ; But blessings on your frosty pow , 5 ...
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... JOHN ANDERSON This is an example among many of. west . 14 shaw : wood . 25 knowes : low hills . 88 NOTES.
... JOHN ANDERSON This is an example among many of. west . 14 shaw : wood . 25 knowes : low hills . 88 NOTES.
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Charles Swain Thomas. LINE JOHN ANDERSON This is an example among many of Burns's revision of an old song with a stanza beginning : John Anderson , my Jo , John , When first that ye began , etc. The merry chord of the old song is here ...
Charles Swain Thomas. LINE JOHN ANDERSON This is an example among many of Burns's revision of an old song with a stanza beginning : John Anderson , my Jo , John , When first that ye began , etc. The merry chord of the old song is here ...
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... John Anderson my jo , John ( Burns ) , 67 . Lo ! where the rosy - bosom'd Hours ( Gray ) , 31 . Mary ! I want a lyre with other strings ( Cowper ) , 51 . Now the golden Morn aloft ( Gray ) , 21 . O happy shades ! to me unblest ...
... John Anderson my jo , John ( Burns ) , 67 . Lo ! where the rosy - bosom'd Hours ( Gray ) , 31 . Mary ! I want a lyre with other strings ( Cowper ) , 51 . Now the golden Morn aloft ( Gray ) , 21 . O happy shades ! to me unblest ...
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK Antistrophe apodosis bard beneath blaw bonnie Doon bonnie Lesley brave breathe Burns Burns's Cecilia's Day Cephisus charm churchyard Collins Cowper Cromwell dear death Doon Dryden Duncan E'en Edward Edward III Elegy Epode Eton eyes fair Fancy fate Feast flowers goddess golden Gray Gray's harmony hear heart Heaven heavenly heroic couplet Highland Mary Horace Walpole hour Inverness Jean John Anderson JOHN DRYDEN Jove Kempenfelt King lassie LINE lived Luve lyre LYRICS maid Mary Morison melancholy mind Muse ne'er numbers Nymph o'er pain passion phrase Pindar pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry praise purple scene shade sigh'd simplicity sing smile soft Song for St soothe sorrow soul sound Spring stanza Stoke Pogis Strophe sweet taste tear thee theme thou thought thro Timotheus trembling Unwin vale verse voice wild WILLIAM COWPER winds wing wrote
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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.