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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... heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate; Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possest, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy ...
... heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate; Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possest, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy ...
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... heaven by every wink; The Gods do fear whenas they glow, And I do tremble when I think Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face, Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ...
... heaven by every wink; The Gods do fear whenas they glow, And I do tremble when I think Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face, Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ...
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... summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd , And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd. But thy ...
... summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd , And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd. But thy ...
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... heaven's 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 ...
... heaven's 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 ...
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... heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, And you, my Love, as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Whereso'er ...
... heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, And you, my Love, as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Whereso'er ...
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