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... Song • 12 • 12 SIR SAMUEL GARTH ( 1660-1718 ) Extracts from The Dispensary MATTHEW PRIOR ( 1664-1721 ) The Secretary • To a Child of Quality , Five Years Old A Song To a Lady An Ode Cupid Mistaken · A Better Answer A Simile · · George ...
... Song • 12 • 12 SIR SAMUEL GARTH ( 1660-1718 ) Extracts from The Dispensary MATTHEW PRIOR ( 1664-1721 ) The Secretary • To a Child of Quality , Five Years Old A Song To a Lady An Ode Cupid Mistaken · A Better Answer A Simile · · George ...
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... Song to David WILLIAM FALCONER ( 1732-1769 ) • • • · Extract from The Shipwreck . Canto III OLIVER GOLDSMITH ( 1728-1774 ) Extract from The Deserted Village " Retaliation Stanzas on Woman • THOMAS WARTON ( 1728-1790 ) Extract from The ...
... Song to David WILLIAM FALCONER ( 1732-1769 ) • • • · Extract from The Shipwreck . Canto III OLIVER GOLDSMITH ( 1728-1774 ) Extract from The Deserted Village " Retaliation Stanzas on Woman • THOMAS WARTON ( 1728-1790 ) Extract from The ...
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... Song - Writers , Eighteenth CENTURY Prof. W. Mints 486 Tullochgorum ( John Skinner ) Logie o ' Buchan ( George Halket ) Lewie Gordon ( Alexander Geddes ) • There's nae Luck about the House ( Jean Adams ) Ca ' the Yowes ( Isabel Pagan ) ...
... Song - Writers , Eighteenth CENTURY Prof. W. Mints 486 Tullochgorum ( John Skinner ) Logie o ' Buchan ( George Halket ) Lewie Gordon ( Alexander Geddes ) • There's nae Luck about the House ( Jean Adams ) Ca ' the Yowes ( Isabel Pagan ) ...
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... Song Song • Song · Mad Song To the Muses Extracts from Songs of Innocence : Introduction The Lamb Night • Extracts from Songs of Experience . Ah , Sunflower The Tiger The Angel . · · • • 601 бол · 602 • • · 602 603 604 · 604 · · 605 ...
... Song Song • Song · Mad Song To the Muses Extracts from Songs of Innocence : Introduction The Lamb Night • Extracts from Songs of Experience . Ah , Sunflower The Tiger The Angel . · · • • 601 бол · 602 • • · 602 603 604 · 604 · · 605 ...
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... song ' False though she be to me and love ' has almost a note of genuine regret . AUSTIN DOBSO AMORET . Fair Amoret is gone astray ; Pursue and WILLIAM CONGREVE . 11 W J Courthope I Edmund W Gosse Austin Dobson Amoret Song.
... song ' False though she be to me and love ' has almost a note of genuine regret . AUSTIN DOBSO AMORET . Fair Amoret is gone astray ; Pursue and WILLIAM CONGREVE . 11 W J Courthope I Edmund W Gosse Austin Dobson Amoret Song.
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Página 604 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Página 375 - Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruined grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share...
Página 478 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Página 561 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 479 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! It answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu l But was it such ? — It was.
Página 534 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Página 562 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped 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' monie a vow, and locked embrace, Our parting was fu...
Página 536 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Página 474 - It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes.
Página 381 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.