The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageWhite, Stokes & Allen, 1885 - 405 страница |
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... , with ruby red , With marble white , with sapphire blue Her body every way is fed , Yet soft in touch and sweet in view : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Nature herself her shape admires ; The Gods are wounded Book First 13.
... , with ruby red , With marble white , with sapphire blue Her body every way is fed , Yet soft in touch and sweet in view : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Nature herself her shape admires ; The Gods are wounded Book First 13.
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... sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I ' ll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give Book First 32 37.
... sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I ' ll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give Book First 32 37.
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... soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers , Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute . Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation , Fury , frantic indignation , Depth of pains , and ...
... soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers , Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute . Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation , Fury , frantic indignation , Depth of pains , and ...
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... soft lays : - · - As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , Or frost to flowers , that their gay wardrobe wear When first the white - thorn blows ; Such , Lycidas , thy loss to shepherds ...
... soft lays : - · - As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , Or frost to flowers , that their gay wardrobe wear When first the white - thorn blows ; Such , Lycidas , thy loss to shepherds ...
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... Soft silken hours , Open suns , shady bowers ; ' Bove all , nothing within that lowers . Days , that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore - spent night of sorrow : Days , that in spite Of darkness , by the light Of a ...
... Soft silken hours , Open suns , shady bowers ; ' Bove all , nothing within that lowers . Days , that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore - spent night of sorrow : Days , that in spite Of darkness , by the light Of a ...
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adieu Love Arethuse beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek chidden clouds County Guy dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory Gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Heigh hills Kirconnell kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poems poet Poetry Rosaline rose round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Страница 21 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Страница 351 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
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Страница 211 - And on that cheek and o'er that brow So soft, 'so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent, — A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent.
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Страница 248 - 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 192 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Страница 371 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never: Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Страница 367 - 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 368 - Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss I feel — I 'feel it all. Oh, evil day ! if I were sullen While earth herself is adorning This sweet May-morning, And the children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide. Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm...