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... deep , Who spread his wavy sweep In warbled wanderings round thy green retreat ; On whose enamell'd side , When holy Freedom died , No equal haunt allured thy future feet : O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth Thy sober aid and ...
... deep , Who spread his wavy sweep In warbled wanderings round thy green retreat ; On whose enamell'd side , When holy Freedom died , No equal haunt allured thy future feet : O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth Thy sober aid and ...
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... deep sorrows of his lyre : 20 " Hark , how each giant - oak and desert - cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , 25 Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no ...
... deep sorrows of his lyre : 20 " Hark , how each giant - oak and desert - cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , 25 Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no ...
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... deep , and ratify his doom . III . 1. Strophe " Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof ; The thread is spun ; ) Half of thy heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove ; The work is done . ) ' Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn ...
... deep , and ratify his doom . III . 1. Strophe " Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof ; The thread is spun ; ) Half of thy heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove ; The work is done . ) ' Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn ...
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... despair and sceptred care , To triumph and to die are mine . " 140 -He spoke , and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night . THE PROGRESS OF POESY I. 1. Strophe AWAKE , Aeolian GRAY 27.
... despair and sceptred care , To triumph and to die are mine . " 140 -He spoke , and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night . THE PROGRESS OF POESY I. 1. Strophe AWAKE , Aeolian GRAY 27.
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... Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , 5 Thro ' verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign ; Now rolling down the steep amain 10 Headlong , impetuous , see it pour : The rocks and nodding groves re - bellow to the roar . I. 2 ...
... Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , 5 Thro ' verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign ; Now rolling down the steep amain 10 Headlong , impetuous , see it pour : The rocks and nodding groves re - bellow to the roar . I. 2 ...
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Aeolian lyre Alexander ALEXANDER SELKIRK Alexander's Feast antistrophe apodosis baith bard beneath blaw bonnie Lesley breathe Burns Burns's Cecilia Cecilia's Day charm Collins Cowper Cromwell dear death Dryden Edward Edward III Eleanor of Castile Elegy Epode Eton ETON COLLEGE eyes Fair Lesley fate favorite flowers goddess Gray's harmony heart Heaven heroic couplet Highland Mary Horace Walpole hour Jean John Anderson Jove Julius Cæsar Kempenfelt King lassie LINE lived Luve LUVE'S lyre LYRICS Mary Morison melancholy meter mind mood Muse ne'er numbers o'er passage passion phrase Pindar pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry praise Progress of Poesy purple reader Richard Kempenfelt shade sigh'd simplicity sing Skylark smile Song for St sorrow soul sound springs stanza Stoke Pogis Strophe sweet taste thee theme thou thought thro tone Unwin vale verse voice winds wooing o't 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
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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.