Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт)

Melody

Yes, once more that dying strain,
Anna, touch thy lute for me;
Sweet, when pity's tones complain,
Doubly sweet is melody.

While the Virtues thus enweave
Mildly soft the thrilling song,
Winter's long and lonesome eve
Glides unfelt, unseen, along.

Thus when life hath stolen away,
And the wintry night is near,
Thus shall virtue's friendly ray
Age's closing evening, cheer.

1. On Being Confined to School One Pleasant Morning in Spring
2. Description of a Summer’s Eve
3. To an Early Primrose
4. Lines Supposed to Be Spoken by a Lover at the Grave of His Mistress
5. Lines Written on a Survey of the Heavens in the Morning before Daybreak

John Cunningham (Джон Каннингем) Melody ("Lightsome as convey'd by sparrows")

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