Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 pages |
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... hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The trumpet shall be heard on high , The dead shall live , the living die , And Music shall untune the sky . 45 50 55 60 ALEXANDER'S FEAST , OR , THE POWER OF MUSIC ' SELECTED LYRICS.
... hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The trumpet shall be heard on high , The dead shall live , the living die , And Music shall untune the sky . 45 50 55 60 ALEXANDER'S FEAST , OR , THE POWER OF MUSIC ' SELECTED LYRICS.
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... hour ) 15 Would prove his own expressive power . First Fear his hand , its skill to try , Amid the chords bewilder'd laid , And back recoil'd , he knew not why , E'en at the sound himself had made . 20 Next Anger rush'd , his eyes on ...
... hour ) 15 Would prove his own expressive power . First Fear his hand , its skill to try , Amid the chords bewilder'd laid , And back recoil'd , he knew not why , E'en at the sound himself had made . 20 Next Anger rush'd , his eyes on ...
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... Hours , and Elves Who slept in buds the day , And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge 25 And sheds the freshening dew , and , lovelier still , The pensive Pleasures sweet , Prepare thy shadowy car . Then let me rove some wild ...
... Hours , and Elves Who slept in buds the day , And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge 25 And sheds the freshening dew , and , lovelier still , The pensive Pleasures sweet , Prepare thy shadowy car . Then let me rove some wild ...
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... Soft reflection's hand can trace , And o'er the cheek of sorrow throw 25 A melancholy grace ; While hope prolongs our happier hour , Or deepest shades , that dimly lour 30 And blacken round our weary way , Gilds with a.
... Soft reflection's hand can trace , And o'er the cheek of sorrow throw 25 A melancholy grace ; While hope prolongs our happier hour , Or deepest shades , that dimly lour 30 And blacken round our weary way , Gilds with a.
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... hour 75 Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains . 80 Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit lost , They sought , oh Albion ! next , thy sea ...
... hour 75 Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains . 80 Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit lost , They sought , oh Albion ! next , thy sea ...
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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 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.