The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs & Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageFrancis Turner Palgrave, John Press Oxford University Press, 1996 - 701 страница In the 1860s, Francis Turner Palgrave set out to collect the finest English lyrical poems in one volume. What he created was The Golden Treasury, an instant classic of verse anthologies. Over the last century, it has withstood the test of time as an immensely popular collection--becoming virtually synonymous with English verse for generations of readers. Now available in a new edition for the first time in thirty years, The Golden Treasury is as delightful as ever, offering old classics together with the finest works of our own time. Here you can find priceless gems by Shakespeare, Byron, Tennyson, Yeats, and other immortal lights of literature. This new edition also serves as a map to the changing landscape of today's British verse, presenting outstanding poetry by both famous and lesser-known writers of Ireland and Great Britain: Seamus Heaney, Sylvia Plath, Fleur Adcock, Carol Ann Duffy, Douglas Dunn, Gavin Ewart, Tony Harrison, Elizabeth Jennings, Derek Mahon, Peter Porter, Carol Rumens, Anne Stevenson, and Hugo Williams, among others. Editor John Press is himself an accomplished poet and translator, and was editor of the previous edition, thus ensuring that the spirit of the original Golden Treasury is preserved. The result is a marvelous collection of British verse--a source of unexpected delights and old favorites alike |
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... wind is piping loud , my boys , The lightning flashes free- While the hollow oak our palace is , Our heritage the ... winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall ...
... wind is piping loud , my boys , The lightning flashes free- While the hollow oak our palace is , Our heritage the ... winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall ...
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... wind flapped loose , the wind was still , Shaken out dead from tree and hill : I had walked on at the wind's will , - I sat now , for the wind was still . Between my knees my forehead was , - My lips , drawn in , said not Alas ! My hair ...
... wind flapped loose , the wind was still , Shaken out dead from tree and hill : I had walked on at the wind's will , - I sat now , for the wind was still . Between my knees my forehead was , - My lips , drawn in , said not Alas ! My hair ...
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... wind that wanders , the weeds wind - shaken , These remain . Not a flower to be pressed of the foot that falls not ; As the heart of a dead man the seed - plots are dry ; From the thicket of thorns whence the nightingale calls not ...
... wind that wanders , the weeds wind - shaken , These remain . Not a flower to be pressed of the foot that falls not ; As the heart of a dead man the seed - plots are dry ; From the thicket of thorns whence the nightingale calls not ...
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DEDICATION | vii |
PREFACE | ix |
PREFACE TO THE SIXTH EDITION | xiii |
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