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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... Song , and rarely conforming to Lyrical conditions in treatment . But it is not anticipated , nor is it possible , that all readers shall think the line accurately drawn . Some poems , as Gray's Elegy , the Allegro and Penseroso ...
... Song , and rarely conforming to Lyrical conditions in treatment . But it is not anticipated , nor is it possible , that all readers shall think the line accurately drawn . Some poems , as Gray's Elegy , the Allegro and Penseroso ...
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... song , that suited well That ruin wild and hoary . She listen'd with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose . But gaze upon her face . Verses 16-23 . Moved at one and the same ...
... song , that suited well That ruin wild and hoary . She listen'd with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose . But gaze upon her face . Verses 16-23 . Moved at one and the same ...
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... [ Song in Twelfth Night . ] Myrtle forms the garland of the lover and ivy that of the bac- chanal . Discover , show , betray . No. 5. Written in 1812 . This poem , with ccxxxvI , ex- emplifies the peculiar skill with which Scott employs ...
... [ Song in Twelfth Night . ] Myrtle forms the garland of the lover and ivy that of the bac- chanal . Discover , show , betray . No. 5. Written in 1812 . This poem , with ccxxxvI , ex- emplifies the peculiar skill with which Scott employs ...
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... die . ' [ Old Song ] Innocent . In the etymological sense of not hurting ; ' free , not from sin , but from thought of guile . A mind at peace with all below , A heart whose love is innocent . ' [ No. 8. ] 16 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
... die . ' [ Old Song ] Innocent . In the etymological sense of not hurting ; ' free , not from sin , but from thought of guile . A mind at peace with all below , A heart whose love is innocent . ' [ No. 8. ] 16 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
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... song by C. Wolfe , the author of The Burial of Sir John Moore . ' ] CLXXXI No. 16. Written in 1804 . The Argument . - A Highland chieftain and his stolen bride ( compare the next poem ) , fast pursued by the indignant father , implore ...
... song by C. Wolfe , the author of The Burial of Sir John Moore . ' ] CLXXXI No. 16. Written in 1804 . The Argument . - A Highland chieftain and his stolen bride ( compare the next poem ) , fast pursued by the indignant father , implore ...
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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.