The Golden Treasury: Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageGood Press, 19. 11. 2019. - 282 страница "The Golden Treasury of English Songs and Lyrics" is a popular anthology of English poetry, originally selected and published by Francis Turner Palgrave in 1861. The book's first edition contained poems by Christopher Marlowe, Thomas Nashe, William Shakespeare, Sir Philip Sidney, Edmund Spenser, The Shepherd Tonie, Joshua Sylvester, John Webster, Sir Thomas Wyatt, and others. |
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... breath hold out, Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays? O fearful meditation, where, alack! Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ...
... breath hold out, Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays? O fearful meditation, where, alack! Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ...
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... breath is short, Youth is nimble, Age is lame: Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and Age is tame:— Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O! my Love, my Love is young! Age, I do defy thee— O, sweet ...
... breath is short, Youth is nimble, Age is lame: Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and Age is tame:— Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O! my Love, my Love is young! Age, I do defy thee— O, sweet ...
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... ! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me. Diaphenia like to all things blesséd When all thy praises are expresséd, Dear joy, how do I love thee! As the birds.
... ! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me. Diaphenia like to all things blesséd When all thy praises are expresséd, Dear joy, how do I love thee! As the birds.
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... breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alack, my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me That I am ...
... breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alack, my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me That I am ...
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... any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And.
... any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And.
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