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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... 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 it a name united with his by associations which , whilst Poetry ...
... 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 it a name united with his by associations which , whilst Poetry ...
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... of what fills the scanty hours that most men spare for self - improve- ment , or for pleasure in any of its more elevated and permanent forms . - And if this be true of even mediocre poetry , for how much more are we indebted C.
... of what fills the scanty hours that most men spare for self - improve- ment , or for pleasure in any of its more elevated and permanent forms . - And if this be true of even mediocre poetry , for how much more are we indebted C.
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... true accents , if the plan has been executed with success , may be heard throughout the following pages - wherever the Poets of England are honoured , wherever the dominant language of the world is spoken , it is hoped that they will ...
... true accents , if the plan has been executed with success , may be heard throughout the following pages - wherever the Poets of England are honoured , wherever the dominant language of the world is spoken , it is hoped that they will ...
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... true a fool is love , that in your will , Though you do anything , he thinks no ill . W. Shakespeare XI How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings have I felt , what dark days ...
... true a fool is love , that in your will , Though you do anything , he thinks no ill . W. Shakespeare XI How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings have I felt , what dark days ...
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... TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds , Or bends with the remover to remove : - O no ! it is an ever - fixéd mark That looks on tempests , and is ...
... TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds , Or bends with the remover to remove : - O no ! it is an ever - fixéd mark That looks on tempests , and is ...
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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!