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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... thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved- Forget not this ! Sir T. Wyat XXII TO AURORA O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm , And dost prejudge thy bliss , and spoil my rest ...
... thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved- Forget not this ! Sir T. Wyat XXII TO AURORA O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm , And dost prejudge thy bliss , and spoil my rest ...
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... thine : And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline XXIII TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which ...
... thine : And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline XXIII TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which ...
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... thine own name That promiseth the same ; That through thy prowess and victorious arms Thy country may be freed from foreign harms , And great Eliza's glorious name may ring Through all the world , fill'd with thy wide alarms Which some ...
... thine own name That promiseth the same ; That through thy prowess and victorious arms Thy country may be freed from foreign harms , And great Eliza's glorious name may ring Through all the world , fill'd with thy wide alarms Which some ...
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... thine own tears ? O punishment ! Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O sweet content ! O sweet O sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace , apace ; Honest labour bears a lovely face ...
... thine own tears ? O punishment ! Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O sweet content ! O sweet O sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace , apace ; Honest labour bears a lovely face ...
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... thine . Next Camus , reverend sire , went footing slow , His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe : " Ah ! who hath reft ' quoth he ' my dearest ...
... thine . Next Camus , reverend sire , went footing slow , His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe : " Ah ! who hath reft ' quoth he ' my dearest ...
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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!