The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 496 страница |
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... hours that most men spare for self - improvement , or for pleasure in any of its more elevated and permanent forms.- And if this be true of even mediocre poetry , for how much more are we indebted to the best ! Like the fabled fountain ...
... hours that most men spare for self - improvement , or for pleasure in any of its more elevated and permanent forms.- And if this be true of even mediocre poetry , for how much more are we indebted to the best ! Like the fabled fountain ...
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... hour , How that life was but a flower : And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho , and a hey - nonino ! For love is crownéd with the prime In spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding ...
... hour , How that life was but a flower : And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho , and a hey - nonino ! For love is crownéd with the prime In spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding ...
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... hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do , till you require : you , Nor dare I chide the world - without - end hour Whilst I , my sovereign , watch the clock for Nor think the ...
... hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do , till you require : you , Nor dare I chide the world - without - end hour Whilst I , my sovereign , watch the clock for Nor think the ...
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... hour From her divine and sacred eyes : Heigh ho , for Rosaline ! Her paps are centres of delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she ...
... hour From her divine and sacred eyes : Heigh ho , for Rosaline ! Her paps are centres of delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she ...
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... hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : - If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . W. SHAKESPEARE 24 A DITTY My true - love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange ...
... hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : - If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . W. SHAKESPEARE 24 A DITTY My true - love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange ...
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A. H. CLOUGH Arethuse beauty beneath birds bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory golden gone green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill kiss leaves light lips live look look'd LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON love thee Lycidas lyre mind morn mountain ne'er never night Nymph o'er once P. B. SHELLEY pale pleasure poems Ravelston ring River Lee rose round seem'd shade SHAKESPEARE shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet T. L. PEACOCK tears There's thine things thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth