 | Alfred Leslie Rowse - 1988 - 288 страници
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 | Charles Segal - 1989 - 264 страници
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 | Ruth Rice - 1989 - 128 страници
...From angels bending near the earth to touch their of gold. (a Christmas carol) 6. Orpheus with his made trees And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. (Shakespeare) 7. Make me thy , even as the forest is: What if my leaves are {ailing like its own! (Shelley)... | |
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...Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Orpheus with his lute Orpheus with his lute made trees And the mountain...as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play. Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by: In... | |
 | John Williams - 1990 - 468 страници
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 | Chet Raymo - 1990 - 244 страници
...Orpheus had such a marvelous talent for the magical instrument that, as Shakespeare wrote, "everything that heard him play, even the billows of the sea, hung their heads, and then lay by." It was with his lyre that Orpheus so charmed Pluto and the guardians of the... | |
 | Alastair Fowler - 1991 - 888 страници
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 | Ruth Dallas - 1991 - 200 страници
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 | William Packard - 1992 - 284 страници
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 | Peggy Muñoz Simonds - 1992 - 412 страници
...importance of the Psalms to Protestant poets in England. 10 Conclusion: The Tempered Music of Orpheus Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain...him play, Even the billows of the sea. Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art. Killing care and grief of heart. Fall asleep, or... | |
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Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of... 
