The Golden Treasury: Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageGood Press, 19. 11. 2019. - 282 страница The Golden Treasury is a collection of timeless poetry spanning several centuries, showcasing the finest works of English literature. Its diverse selection appeals to a wide range of readers, from those seeking classic romantic verses to lovers of poignant ballads. The book's elegant and refined literary style reflects the rich cultural heritage of the English language, making it a must-have for any poetry enthusiast. Situating the poems in their literary context, readers will appreciate the evolution of English poetry over time and the enduring themes explored by various poets. Various's careful curation of the collection ensures that readers are treated to a wealth of poetic gems, making it a comprehensive anthology for all ages. This treasure trove of poetry is a testament to the enduring power of language and the beauty of human emotion, making it a valuable addition to any literary lover's collection. |
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... thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute; Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale ... art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, Haply ...
... thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute; Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale ... art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, Haply ...
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... thou, my rose, in it thou art my all. W. SHAKESPEARE. 14. To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ...
... thou, my rose, in it thou art my all. W. SHAKESPEARE. 14. To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ...
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... thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold ...
... thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold ...
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... thou art too dear for my possessing , And like enough thou know'st thy estimate : The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing , My bonds in thee are all determinate . For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches ...
... thou art too dear for my possessing , And like enough thou know'st thy estimate : The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing , My bonds in thee are all determinate . For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches ...
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... thee move, And birds their ramage did on thee bestow. Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of ...
... thee move, And birds their ramage did on thee bestow. Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of ...
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adieu Love Arethuse art thou beauty behold birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek chidden clouds County Guy dark dead dear death delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA end my song eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden slumbers green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heigh hour Kirconnell kiss leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON love's lovers Lycidas lyre MADRIGAL MILTON mind morn mortal mountains Muse ne'er never night nymphs o'er P.B. SHELLEY pale passion pleasure Poem praise Rosaline rose run softly seem'd shade SHAKESPEARE shore sigh sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream Sweet Thames tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas untrue Love Victor Hirtzler voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth