The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1892 - 369 страница |
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... voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your furious chiding stay ; Let Zephyr only breathe , And with her tresses play . -The winds all silent are , And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star : Night like a ...
... voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your furious chiding stay ; Let Zephyr only breathe , And with her tresses play . -The winds all silent are , And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star : Night like a ...
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... voice To sing or write . O Love ! they wrong thee much That say thy sweet is bitter , When thy rich fruit is such As nothing can be sweeter . Fair house of joy and bliss , Where truest pleasure is , I'do adore thee : I know thee what ...
... voice To sing or write . O Love ! they wrong thee much That say thy sweet is bitter , When thy rich fruit is such As nothing can be sweeter . Fair house of joy and bliss , Where truest pleasure is , I'do adore thee : I know thee what ...
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... Voice which did thy sounds approve , Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow , Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above , What art thou but a harbinger of woe ? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more , But orphans ...
... Voice which did thy sounds approve , Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow , Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above , What art thou but a harbinger of woe ? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more , But orphans ...
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... old errors turn ! Who listen'd to his voice , obey'd his cry ? Only the echoes , which he made relent , Rung from their flinty caves , Repent ! Repent ! W. Drummond The Golden Treasury Book Second LXXXV ODE ON THE MORNING First 55.
... old errors turn ! Who listen'd to his voice , obey'd his cry ? Only the echoes , which he made relent , Rung from their flinty caves , Repent ! Repent ! W. Drummond The Golden Treasury Book Second LXXXV ODE ON THE MORNING First 55.
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... voice unto the Angel quire From out His secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire . THE HYMN It was the winter wild While the heaven - born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doff'd her gaudy trim ...
... voice unto the Angel quire From out His secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire . THE HYMN It was the winter wild While the heaven - born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doff'd her gaudy trim ...
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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