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... PLEASURE arising froM VICISSITUDE 21 ON A FAVOURITE CAT 22 THE BARD . 23 THE PROGRESS OF POESY 28 ODE ON THE SPRING 31 • ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD • 33 ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE HYMN TO ADVERSITY 38 40 ...
... PLEASURE arising froM VICISSITUDE 21 ON A FAVOURITE CAT 22 THE BARD . 23 THE PROGRESS OF POESY 28 ODE ON THE SPRING 31 • ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD • 33 ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE HYMN TO ADVERSITY 38 40 ...
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... pleasure : Rich the treasure , Sweet the pleasure , Bacchus ' blessings are a treasure , 45 50 Sweet is pleasure after pain . Soothed with the sound , the king grew vain : Fought all his battles o'er again , And thrice he routed all his ...
... pleasure : Rich the treasure , Sweet the pleasure , Bacchus ' blessings are a treasure , 45 50 Sweet is pleasure after pain . Soothed with the sound , the king grew vain : Fought all his battles o'er again , And thrice he routed all his ...
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... pleasures . War , he sung , is toil and trouble , Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still beginning , Fighting still , and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy winning , Think , O think , it worth enjoying : Lovely ...
... pleasures . War , he sung , is toil and trouble , Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still beginning , Fighting still , and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy winning , Think , O think , it worth enjoying : Lovely ...
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... Pleasure's , nursed the powers of song ! Thou , who with hermit heart , Disdain'st the wealth of art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall , But com'st , a decent maid In Attic robe array'd , O chaste , unboastful Nymph ...
... Pleasure's , nursed the powers of song ! Thou , who with hermit heart , Disdain'st the wealth of art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall , But com'st , a decent maid In Attic robe array'd , O chaste , unboastful Nymph ...
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... pleasure And bade the lovely 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 ...
... pleasure And bade the lovely 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 ...
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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
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.