Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ...Macmillan, 1903 |
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... green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet : 10 But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy ; And lessening ...
... green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet : 10 But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy ; And lessening ...
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... green retreat ; On whose enamell'd side , When holy freedom died , No equal haunt allured thy future feet : - O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest breathe ...
... green retreat ; On whose enamell'd side , When holy freedom died , No equal haunt allured thy future feet : - O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest breathe ...
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... green , in May Flitting to each bloomy spray ; Wearied then and glad of rest , Like the linnet in the nest : - This thy present happy lot , This , in time will be forgot : Other pleasures , other cares , Ever - busy Time prepares ; And ...
... green , in May Flitting to each bloomy spray ; Wearied then and glad of rest , Like the linnet in the nest : - This thy present happy lot , This , in time will be forgot : Other pleasures , other cares , Ever - busy Time prepares ; And ...
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... green to see : And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's ee ! Now wae to thee , thou cruel lord , A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee . W. Collins 10 ...
... green to see : And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's ee ! Now wae to thee , thou cruel lord , A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee . W. Collins 10 ...
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... green loaning- The Flowers of the Forest are a ' wede away . J. Elliott 12 . THE BRAES OF YARROW Thy braes were bonny , Yarrow stream , When first on them I met my lover ; Thy braes how dreary , Yarrow stream , When now thy waves his ...
... green loaning- The Flowers of the Forest are a ' wede away . J. Elliott 12 . THE BRAES OF YARROW Thy braes were bonny , Yarrow stream , When first on them I met my lover ; Thy braes how dreary , Yarrow stream , When now thy waves his ...
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Aeneid Aeolian Aeschylus anapaest ancient ballad Bard beautiful bonnie Book Bradshaw braes Burns called charm Collins Comus Cowper CXLV dear death Dryden's Eclogue eighteenth century Elegy English English poetry epithet eyes F. T. Palgrave Faerie Queene fair favourite flowers Georgics Golden Treasury Gray Gray's Greek Hales heart honour Horace Horace's Il Penseroso Jean John Anderson King L'Allegro Lady Latin leal lines living lourche Lucretius LXXXIX Lycidas Lycidas G. T. lyre lyric Mary melancholy Metre Milton mind Muse Nativity Ode night o'er Paradise Lost Penseroso G. T. phrase Pindar poem poetic poetry poets Pope Queen reader rhyme Scottish sense shade Shakespeare simplicity sleep song Sonnet Sophocles sorrow soul sound Spenser stanza stream sweet tabby tear Tennyson thee thou thought Tovey Twas verb verse Virgil warble wind wings word Wordsworth written Yarrow وو
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