The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageFrancis Turner Palgrave Macmillan and Company, 1886 - 346 страница |
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... pleasure and pride to dedicate what I have endeavoured to make a true national Anthology of three centuries to Henry Hallam . But he is beyond the reach of any human tokens of love and reverence ; and I desire therefore to place before ...
... pleasure and pride to dedicate what I have endeavoured to make a true national Anthology of three centuries to Henry Hallam . But he is beyond the reach of any human tokens of love and reverence ; and I desire therefore to place before ...
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... pleasure ; a source of animation to friends when they meet ; and able to sweeten solitude itself with best society , -with the companionship of the wise and the good , with the beauty which the eye cannot see , and the music only heard ...
... pleasure ; a source of animation to friends when they meet ; and able to sweeten solitude itself with best society , -with the companionship of the wise and the good , with the beauty which the eye cannot see , and the music only heard ...
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... pleasure , and the Wisdom which comes through Pleasure : -within each book the pieces have therefore been arranged in gradations of feeling or subject . And it is hoped that the contents of this Anthology will thus be found to present a ...
... pleasure , and the Wisdom which comes through Pleasure : -within each book the pieces have therefore been arranged in gradations of feeling or subject . And it is hoped that the contents of this Anthology will thus be found to present a ...
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... pleasure and profit which it is the aim of Poetry to give , the very best only of the poems gathered in this after - harvest have been admitted . And in this gleaning the original limit by which the book was confined to those no longer ...
... pleasure and profit which it is the aim of Poetry to give , the very best only of the poems gathered in this after - harvest have been admitted . And in this gleaning the original limit by which the book was confined to those no longer ...
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... pleasures prove That hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals ...
... pleasures prove That hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals ...
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art thou auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bliss bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek County Guy dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fear feel flowers frae gentle glory gone grace Gray green Greta woods happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hour kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Lycidas lyre maiden Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountain ne'er never night nymphs o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poets rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Страница 187 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Страница 119 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Страница 185 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Страница 188 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Страница 10 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Страница 49 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Страница 6 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Страница 135 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Страница 140 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Страница 157 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!