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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... heart has fled for relief and confession , - has shown itself for sixty years or more ; an impulse traceable in large measure to the increasingly subjective temper of the age , and indeed already in different phases foreshown by Shelley ...
... heart has fled for relief and confession , - has shown itself for sixty years or more ; an impulse traceable in large measure to the increasingly subjective temper of the age , and indeed already in different phases foreshown by Shelley ...
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... heart of Brittany . And here and there , lock'd by the land , Long inlets of smooth glittering sea , And many a stretch of watery sand All shining in the white moon - beams— But you see fairer in your dreams ! M. Arnold VI THE DESERTED ...
... heart of Brittany . And here and there , lock'd by the land , Long inlets of smooth glittering sea , And many a stretch of watery sand All shining in the white moon - beams— But you see fairer in your dreams ! M. Arnold VI THE DESERTED ...
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... heart Delighting in delight . My childhood from my life is parted , My footstep from the moss which drew Its fairy circle round : anew The garden is deserted . Another thrush may there rehearse The madrigals which sweetest are ; No more ...
... heart Delighting in delight . My childhood from my life is parted , My footstep from the moss which drew Its fairy circle round : anew The garden is deserted . Another thrush may there rehearse The madrigals which sweetest are ; No more ...
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... heart , Stifle down with a mail'd heel its palpitation , And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward , O our tyrants , And your purple shows your path ; But the child's sob curseth deeper in the silence ...
... heart , Stifle down with a mail'd heel its palpitation , And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward , O our tyrants , And your purple shows your path ; But the child's sob curseth deeper in the silence ...
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... heart so fondly warm , The voice so musically sweet , — These , lost to hope , in memory yet Around the hearts that loved thee cling , Shadowing with long and vain regret The too fair promise of thy Spring . T. L. Peacock C XIV THE WAIL ...
... heart so fondly warm , The voice so musically sweet , — These , lost to hope , in memory yet Around the hearts that loved thee cling , Shadowing with long and vain regret The too fair promise of thy Spring . T. L. Peacock C XIV THE WAIL ...
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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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Страница 118 - Lights shine in the town. She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door; She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar. We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A ceiling of amber, A pavement of pearl. Singing: "Here came a mortal, But faithless was she! And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea.
Страница 129 - Since I needs must say my say, Since on board the duty's done, And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point, what is it but a run? Since 'tis ask and have, I may Since the others go ashore Come! A good whole holiday! Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Belle Aurore!
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