The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan Company, 1922 - 483 страница |
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... hours that most men spare for self - improve- ment , or for pleasure in any of its more elevated and permanent forms . - And if this be true of even mediocre poetry , for how much more are we indebted to the best ! Like the fabled ...
... hours that most men spare for self - improve- ment , or for pleasure in any of its more elevated and permanent forms . - And if this be true of even mediocre poetry , for how much more are we indebted to the best ! Like the fabled ...
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... hour , How that life was but a flower : And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino ! For love is crownéd with the prime In spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding ...
... hour , How that life was but a flower : And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino ! For love is crownéd with the prime In spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding ...
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... hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do , till you require : Nor dare I chide the world - without - end - hour Whilst I , my sovereign , watch the clock for you , Nor think the ...
... hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do , till you require : Nor dare I chide the world - without - end - hour Whilst I , my sovereign , watch the clock for you , Nor think the ...
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... hour From her divine and sacred eyes : Heigh ho , for Rosaline ! Her paps are centres of delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she ...
... hour From her divine and sacred eyes : Heigh ho , for Rosaline ! Her paps are centres of delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she ...
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... hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : — If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . W. Shakespeare XXXII A DITTY My true - love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange ...
... hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : — If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . W. Shakespeare XXXII A DITTY My true - love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange ...
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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