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... Dryden's genius had no com- mand over a song , he was deficient in lyrical ease , and had neither nature or conceit ... John Cunningham is the author of one fine song , ' Kate of Aberdeen , ' which posterity will not willingly let ...
... Dryden's genius had no com- mand over a song , he was deficient in lyrical ease , and had neither nature or conceit ... John Cunningham is the author of one fine song , ' Kate of Aberdeen , ' which posterity will not willingly let ...
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... JOHN DRYDEN . Born 1631 - Died 1701 . Ask not the cause , why sullen Spring So long delays her flowers to bear ; Why warbling birds forget to sing , And winter storms invert the year : Chloris is gone , and fate provides To make it ...
... JOHN DRYDEN . Born 1631 - Died 1701 . Ask not the cause , why sullen Spring So long delays her flowers to bear ; Why warbling birds forget to sing , And winter storms invert the year : Chloris is gone , and fate provides To make it ...
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... JOHN DRYDEN . Happy and free , securely blest , No beauty could disturb my rest ; My amorous heart was in despair , To find a new victorious fair . Till you descending on our plains , With foreign force renew my chains ; Where now you ...
... JOHN DRYDEN . Happy and free , securely blest , No beauty could disturb my rest ; My amorous heart was in despair , To find a new victorious fair . Till you descending on our plains , With foreign force renew my chains ; Where now you ...
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SONG IN THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA . JOHN DRYDEN . Wherever I am , and whatever I do , My Phillis is still in my mind ; When angry I mean not to Phillis to go , My feet of themselves the way find : Unknown to myself I am just at her door ...
SONG IN THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA . JOHN DRYDEN . Wherever I am , and whatever I do , My Phillis is still in my mind ; When angry I mean not to Phillis to go , My feet of themselves the way find : Unknown to myself I am just at her door ...
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TO MATILDA ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF OUR MARRIAGE . JOHN DRYDEN . When first , in all thy youthful charms , And dazzling beauty's pride , Heightened by infant Love's alarms The nuptial knot was tied , Which gave thee to my longing arms A ...
TO MATILDA ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF OUR MARRIAGE . JOHN DRYDEN . When first , in all thy youthful charms , And dazzling beauty's pride , Heightened by infant Love's alarms The nuptial knot was tied , Which gave thee to my longing arms A ...
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256 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
257 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! [From the Hebrew Melodies.] KNOW YE THE LAND?
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...