Selected Lyrics from Dryden, Collins, Gray, Cowper, and BurnsCharles Swain Thomas Houghton Mifflin, 1913 - 89 pages |
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... on high Amid the tuneful quire With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire . The song began from Jove 10 15 20 Who left his blissful seats above- Such is the power of mighty love ...
... on high Amid the tuneful quire With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire . The song began from Jove 10 15 20 Who left his blissful seats above- Such is the power of mighty love ...
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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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