The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language: Selected and Arranged with Notes. Book fourthFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1890 - 266 страница |
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... light , refreshment , and inspiration . And yet , as far as our students are concerned , we are apt to be content if they have read one of Shakespeare's plays and two books of Paradise Lost . Sometimes the Prelude , or a book like ...
... light , refreshment , and inspiration . And yet , as far as our students are concerned , we are apt to be content if they have read one of Shakespeare's plays and two books of Paradise Lost . Sometimes the Prelude , or a book like ...
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... lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the arméd man , The statue of the arméd knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of her ...
... lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the arméd man , The statue of the arméd knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of her ...
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... light ; His blast is heard at merry morn , And mine at dead of night . ' Yet sung she ' Brignall banks are fair , And Greta woods are gay ; I would I were with Edmund there To reign his Queen of May ! Queen of May . ' May Queen ' is the ...
... light ; His blast is heard at merry morn , And mine at dead of night . ' Yet sung she ' Brignall banks are fair , And Greta woods are gay ; I would I were with Edmund there To reign his Queen of May ! Queen of May . ' May Queen ' is the ...
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... lights the mead Were better mate than I ! And when I'm with my comrades met Beneath the greenwood bough What once we were we all forget , Nor think what we are now . ' Chorus . Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair , And Greta woods are ...
... lights the mead Were better mate than I ! And when I'm with my comrades met Beneath the greenwood bough What once we were we all forget , Nor think what we are now . ' Chorus . Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair , And Greta woods are ...
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... a note in the collected edition , was written by the author on return- ing from a ball where Lady Wilmot Horton had appeared in mourning , with numerous span . gles on her dress . 9 No. 9 . Thus mellow'd to that tender light BOOK FOURTH 13.
... a note in the collected edition , was written by the author on return- ing from a ball where Lady Wilmot Horton had appeared in mourning , with numerous span . gles on her dress . 9 No. 9 . Thus mellow'd to that tender light BOOK FOURTH 13.
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Alfoxden Argument.-The Author's note beauty behold beneath birds bonny bower Braes of Yarrow breath bright Brignall Busk ye child cloud Clovenford Compare County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel flowers frae glory gone Grasmere green H. F. Lyte happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills Keats lady leaves light lines live look Lord Byron lover Milton mind moon morning mountain mournful Nature's ne'er Neidpath Castle never night o'er P. B. Shelley Paradise Paradise Lost Piobaireachd pleasure poem poet Prometheus Unbound Revolt of Islam round S. T. Coleridge seem'd Shelley's silent sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit Spring star storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Tintern Abbey trees twas verse voice wandering waves weep wild wind-flowers winds wings woods Wordsworth Written youth
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Страница 127 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Страница 134 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Страница 68 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Страница 13 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber-window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart...
Страница 245 - With a soft inland murmur. — Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.