The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1924 - 483 страница |
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... 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 drunkard reels 15 20 25 30 35 ...
... 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 drunkard reels 15 20 25 30 35 ...
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... lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher : When to her Organ vocal breath was given , An Angel heard , and straight appear'd- Mistaking Earth for Heaven ! Grand Chorus As from the power of sacred lays 25 30 35 40 45 50 55 The ...
... lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher : When to her Organ vocal breath was given , An Angel heard , and straight appear'd- Mistaking Earth for Heaven ! Grand Chorus As from the power of sacred lays 25 30 35 40 45 50 55 The ...
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... Lyre ! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail ; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire : Though so exalted she And I so lowly be , 5 Tell her , such different notes make all thy harmony . Hark ! how the strings ...
... Lyre ! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail ; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire : Though so exalted she And I so lowly be , 5 Tell her , such different notes make all thy harmony . Hark ! how the strings ...
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... Lyre , and let thy master die . A. COWLEY . 103 THE MANLY HEART Shall I , wasting in despair , Die because a woman's fair ? Or make pale my cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day Or the flowery meads in ...
... Lyre , and let thy master die . A. COWLEY . 103 THE MANLY HEART Shall I , wasting in despair , Die because a woman's fair ? Or make pale my cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day Or the flowery meads in ...
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... lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire . The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above- Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god ; › Sublime on radiant spires he ...
... lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire . The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above- Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god ; › Sublime on radiant spires he ...
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Страница 250 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Страница 179 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Страница 249 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Страница 64 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Страница 211 - 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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Страница 145 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 181 - Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Страница 366 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Страница 18 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Страница 178 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.