Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ...Macmillan, 1903 |
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... never perhaps attaining that loftier and finer excellence here required , ―better worth reading than much of what fills the scanty hours that most men spare for self - improvement , or for pleasure in any of its more elevated and ...
... never perhaps attaining that loftier and finer excellence here required , ―better worth reading than much of what fills the scanty hours that most men spare for self - improvement , or for pleasure in any of its more elevated and ...
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... never shall be slaves . The nations not so blest as thee 5 Must in their turn to tyrants fall , Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free The dread and envy of them all . 10 Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful from each ...
... never shall be slaves . The nations not so blest as thee 5 Must in their turn to tyrants fall , Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free The dread and envy of them all . 10 Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful from each ...
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... never shall be slaves ! THE BARD Pindaric Ode ' Ruin seize thee , ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho ' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the air with idle state . Helm , nor hauberk's twisted mail , 25 J ...
... never shall be slaves ! THE BARD Pindaric Ode ' Ruin seize thee , ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho ' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the air with idle state . Helm , nor hauberk's twisted mail , 25 J ...
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... never on thy banks shall I 15 20 CLXIII . 5 Behold my Love , the flower of Yarrow ! He promised me a milk - white steed To bear me to his father's bowers ; 10 He promised me a little page To squire me to his father's towers ; He ...
... never on thy banks shall I 15 20 CLXIII . 5 Behold my Love , the flower of Yarrow ! He promised me a milk - white steed To bear me to his father's bowers ; 10 He promised me a little page To squire me to his father's towers ; He ...
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... never leave my cheek , No other youth shall be my marrow- I'll seek thy body in the stream , And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow . -The tear did never leave her cheek , No other youth became her marrow ; She found his body in the ...
... never leave my cheek , No other youth shall be my marrow- I'll seek thy body in the stream , And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow . -The tear did never leave her cheek , No other youth became her marrow ; She found his body in the ...
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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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