The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language |
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Give life to this dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ugly night Which serves but to ...
Give life to this dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ugly night Which serves but to ...
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So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , --- Ere you were born , was beauty's summer dead . W. Shakespeare XIX ROSALINE Like to ...
So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , --- Ere you were born , was beauty's summer dead . W. Shakespeare XIX ROSALINE Like to ...
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In praise of ladies dead , and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master now .
In praise of ladies dead , and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master now .
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-Ah , thought I , thou mourn'st in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees , they cannot hear thee , Ruthless beasts , they will not cheer thee ; King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : All thy ...
-Ah , thought I , thou mourn'st in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees , they cannot hear thee , Ruthless beasts , they will not cheer thee ; King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : All thy ...
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LXVIII THE TRIUMPH OF DEATH No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world , that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ; Nay , if you read this line ...
LXVIII THE TRIUMPH OF DEATH No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world , that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ; Nay , if you read this line ...
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Fancy fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre LYRICAL maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poem Poetry poets rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth