The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1892 - 369 страница |
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... flowers are deck'd in every hue , The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ; Here is the pleasant place- And nothing wanting is , save She , alas ! W. Drummond of Hawthornden V N TIME AND LOVE ContrastZRUZ . I When I B 2 First 3.
... flowers are deck'd in every hue , The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ; Here is the pleasant place- And nothing wanting is , save She , alas ! W. Drummond of Hawthornden V N TIME AND LOVE ContrastZRUZ . I When I B 2 First 3.
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... cloud That beautifies Aurora's face , Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ' smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh , Within which bounds ...
... cloud That beautifies Aurora's face , Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ' smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh , Within which bounds ...
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... clouds in vain , And never wake to 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 ...
... clouds in vain , And never wake to 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 ...
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... these did my Campaspe win : And last he set her both his eyes- She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall , alas ! become of me ? J. Lylyc LXXIII Pack , clouds , away , and welcome day 44 Book.
... these did my Campaspe win : And last he set her both his eyes- She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall , alas ! become of me ? J. Lylyc LXXIII Pack , clouds , away , and welcome day 44 Book.
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Francis Turner Palgrave. LXXIII Pack , clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. LXXIII Pack , clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I ...
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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 poet Poetry 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