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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... look pale, dreading the winter's near. W. SHAKESPEARE. 12. A CONSOLATION. When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse ...
... look pale, dreading the winter's near. W. SHAKESPEARE. 12. A CONSOLATION. When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse ...
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... looks doth grace; Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh, Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity: Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her neck like to a stately ...
... looks doth grace; Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh, Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity: Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her neck like to a stately ...
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... look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing: For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. W. SHAKESPEARE. 20. LOVE'S PERJURIES. On a day, alack the day! Love,
... look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing: For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. W. SHAKESPEARE. 20. LOVE'S PERJURIES. On a day, alack the day! Love,
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... looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters ...
... looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters ...
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... look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. J. SYLVESTER. 26. CARPE DIEM. O Mistress mine ...
... look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. J. SYLVESTER. 26. CARPE DIEM. O Mistress mine ...
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