The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan and Company, limited, 1902 - 275 страница |
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... give thanks once for all to the copyright proprietors or publishers who have kindly permitted me to transfer their treasures , sometimes almost too graspingly , to the enrichment of this Anthology . Should any claims have been ...
... give thanks once for all to the copyright proprietors or publishers who have kindly permitted me to transfer their treasures , sometimes almost too graspingly , to the enrichment of this Anthology . Should any claims have been ...
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... give , too , primal powers , Of a prescience more than ours- Teach us , while they come and go , When to sail , and when to sow . Cuckoo calling from the hill , Swallow skimming by the mill , Swallows trooping in the sedge , Starlings ...
... give , too , primal powers , Of a prescience more than ours- Teach us , while they come and go , When to sail , and when to sow . Cuckoo calling from the hill , Swallow skimming by the mill , Swallows trooping in the sedge , Starlings ...
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... gives no bliss , yet spoils for rest ; And we should win thee from thy own fair life , Like us distracted , and like us unblest . Soon , soon thy cheer would die , Thy hopes grow timorous , and unfix'd thy powers , And thy clear aims be ...
... gives no bliss , yet spoils for rest ; And we should win thee from thy own fair life , Like us distracted , and like us unblest . Soon , soon thy cheer would die , Thy hopes grow timorous , and unfix'd thy powers , And thy clear aims be ...
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... give her heart its rights ; Some one whom I could court With no great change of manner , Still holding reason's fort , Though waving fancy's banner ; A lady , not so queenly As to disdain my hand , Yet born to smile serenely Like those ...
... give her heart its rights ; Some one whom I could court With no great change of manner , Still holding reason's fort , Though waving fancy's banner ; A lady , not so queenly As to disdain my hand , Yet born to smile serenely Like those ...
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... give ? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye : Yet , O my friend , I will not have thee die ! Ask me no more , lest I should bid thee live ; Ask me no more . Ask me no more : thy fate and mine are seal'd : I strove against the stream and ...
... give ? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye : Yet , O my friend , I will not have thee die ! Ask me no more , lest I should bid thee live ; Ask me no more . Ask me no more : thy fate and mine are seal'd : I strove against the stream and ...
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A. H. Clough beauty beneath bird breast breath bright C. G. Rossetti cheek child dark dead dear death deep dream E. B. Browning earth Emmie eyes F. T. PALGRAVE face fair flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory golden gone grave gray green grief hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour kiss knew land leave light little birdie live lone look look'd Lord Houghton Lord Tennyson lost never night o'er O'Shaughnessy once pass'd passion prayer proputty Ravelston rest rose round Scholar Gipsy seem'd shadow ship sigh silent sings Sirmio sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stirr'd sweet T. L. Peacock tears Tennyson-Turner Theocritus thine things thou thought thro Thyrsis turn'd voice vrom wave weary weep wild wind wonder words young
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