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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... Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow Wake from thy nest , Robin - red - breast Notes from them ...
... Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow Wake from thy nest , Robin - red - breast Notes from them ...
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... wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . No war , or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; Unstain'd ...
... wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . No war , or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; Unstain'd ...
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... wings display'd , Harping in loud and solemn quire With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never made But when of old the sons of morning sung , While the Creator great His ...
... wings display'd , Harping in loud and solemn quire With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never made But when of old the sons of morning sung , While the Creator great His ...
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... wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . Orpheus could lead the savage race , And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher : When to her Organ vocal breath was given ...
... wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . Orpheus could lead the savage race , And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher : When to her Organ vocal breath was given ...
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... wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotadés their answer brings , That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd ; The air was calm , and on the level brine Sleek Panopé with all ...
... wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotadés their answer brings , That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd ; The air was calm , and on the level brine Sleek Panopé with all ...
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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!