Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ...Macmillan, 1903 |
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... 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 thou shalt in thy daughter see , This picture , once , resembled thee ...
... 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 thou shalt in thy daughter see , This picture , once , resembled thee ...
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... rests among the dead . The swarm that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? -Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the Morn , and soft the zephyr blows , While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel ...
... rests among the dead . The swarm that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? -Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the Morn , and soft the zephyr blows , While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel ...
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... rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung , By ...
... rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung , By ...
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... rest ! ΤΟ Sleep on secure ! Above controul Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee : And may the secret of thy soul Remain within its sanctuary ! 15 S. Rogers CLXXII . For ever , Fortune , wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love , And ...
... rest ! ΤΟ Sleep on secure ! Above controul Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee : And may the secret of thy soul Remain within its sanctuary ! 15 S. Rogers CLXXII . For ever , Fortune , wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love , And ...
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... rest . Oh the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the dreadful light shall break . ODE ON THE SPRING Lo ! where the rosy - bosom'd Hours , Fair Venus ' train , appear , Disclose ...
... rest . Oh the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the dreadful light shall break . ODE ON THE SPRING Lo ! where the rosy - bosom'd Hours , Fair Venus ' train , appear , Disclose ...
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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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