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My Goddess Lydia , heavenly fair , As lilies sweet , as soft as air ; Let loose thy
tresses , spread thy charms , And to my love give fresh alarms . O let me gaze on
those bright eyes , Though sacred lightning from them flies : Show me that soft ...
My Goddess Lydia , heavenly fair , As lilies sweet , as soft as air ; Let loose thy
tresses , spread thy charms , And to my love give fresh alarms . O let me gaze on
those bright eyes , Though sacred lightning from them flies : Show me that soft ...
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In sorrow and anguish my Mary now lies , She counts the sad moments of Time
as it flies ; To the nymph , my heart's love , ye soft slumbers repair , Spread your
downy wings o'er her , and make her your care . Let me be left restless , my eyes
...
In sorrow and anguish my Mary now lies , She counts the sad moments of Time
as it flies ; To the nymph , my heart's love , ye soft slumbers repair , Spread your
downy wings o'er her , and make her your care . Let me be left restless , my eyes
...
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FAIR AND SOFT . Fair , and soft , and gay , and young , All charm ! she play'd ,
she danc'd , she sung , There was no way to ' scape the dart , No care could
guard the lover's heart . Ah ! why cry'd I , and dropt a tear , ( Adoring , yet
despairing ...
FAIR AND SOFT . Fair , and soft , and gay , and young , All charm ! she play'd ,
she danc'd , she sung , There was no way to ' scape the dart , No care could
guard the lover's heart . Ah ! why cry'd I , and dropt a tear , ( Adoring , yet
despairing ...
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I miss the voice of waves — the first That woke my childish glee : The measur'd
chime , the thundering burstWhere is my own blue sea ? be ; Oh ! with your
myrtles breath may rise , Soft , soft , your winds may Yet my sick heart within me ...
I miss the voice of waves — the first That woke my childish glee : The measur'd
chime , the thundering burstWhere is my own blue sea ? be ; Oh ! with your
myrtles breath may rise , Soft , soft , your winds may Yet my sick heart within me ...
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... of Bliss , Fairfax had before him when he rendered the quotation just given :
The ioyous birdes , shrouded in chearefull shade , Their notes unto the voice
attempred sweete ; Th ' angelicall soft trembling voyces made To th ' instruments
divine ...
... of Bliss , Fairfax had before him when he rendered the quotation just given :
The ioyous birdes , shrouded in chearefull shade , Their notes unto the voice
attempred sweete ; Th ' angelicall soft trembling voyces made To th ' instruments
divine ...
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Страница 256 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Страница 92 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
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Страница 79 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Страница 21 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Страница 20 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
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| Заглавие | The Songs of England and Scotland ... Том 1 от The Songs of England and Scotland, Peter Cunningham |
| Автор | Peter Cunningham |
| Съставена от | Peter Cunningham |
| Издател | J. Cochrane and Company, 1835 |
| Оригиналът е от | Мичиганският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 6 май 2008 |
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