The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan Company, 1922 - 483 страница |
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... feel the day's disdain . S. Daniel XLVII The nightingale , as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking , While late - bare earth , proud of new clothing , springeth Sings out her woes , a thorn her song - book makin ...
... feel the day's disdain . S. Daniel XLVII The nightingale , as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking , While late - bare earth , proud of new clothing , springeth Sings out her woes , a thorn her song - book makin ...
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... feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , e'en of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there ...
... feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , e'en of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there ...
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... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure ...
... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure ...
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... feel , Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest . Oh the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the dreadful light shall ...
... feel , Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest . Oh the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the dreadful light shall ...
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... feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring . Say , Father Thames , for thou hast seen ...
... feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring . Say , Father Thames , for thou hast seen ...
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A. C. Swinburne Alfred Noyes Arethuse beauty beneath birds bower breast breath bright Brignall cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour Itylus John Masefield kiss leaves light live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lord Tennyson love's Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er OMAR KHAYYÁM P. B. Shelley passion pleasure poem poet Poetry River Lee rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree Twas voice waves weep wild wind wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth