The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageOxford University Press, 1921 - 496 страница |
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... tree Who loves to lie with me , And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat- Come hither , come hither , come hither ! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i ' the ...
... tree Who loves to lie with me , And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat- Come hither , come hither , come hither ! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i ' the ...
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... Trees did grow and plants did spring ; Every thing did banish moan Save the Nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty That to hear it was great pity ...
... Trees did grow and plants did spring ; Every thing did banish moan Save the Nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty That to hear it was great pity ...
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... tree Upon his pipe this song play'd he : Adieu , Love , adieu , Love , untrue Love , Untrue Love , untrue Love , adieu , Love ; Your mind is light , soon lost for new love . So long as I was in your sight I was your heart , your soul ...
... tree Upon his pipe this song play'd he : Adieu , Love , adieu , Love , untrue Love , Untrue Love , untrue Love , adieu , Love ; Your mind is light , soon lost for new love . So long as I was in your sight I was your heart , your soul ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... tree . Each flower has wept , and bow'd toward the east , Above an hour since ; yet you not drest , Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said , And sung their thankful hymns : ' tis sin , Nay , profanation ...
... tree . Each flower has wept , and bow'd toward the east , Above an hour since ; yet you not drest , Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said , And sung their thankful hymns : ' tis sin , Nay , profanation ...
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A. H. Clough Alfred Noyes beauty beneath birds breast breath bright cheek County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth Elizabeth of Bohemia eyes face fair fear flowers glory golden gone grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour Itylus John Masefield kiss land leaves light live look look'd Lord Byron Lord Houghton Lord Tennyson love's Lycidas lyre morn mountains ne'er never night numbers o'er once passion poem poet poetry rest Robin Gray rose Rossetti round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stars sweet tears tell Theocritus thine things thou art thought thro tree turn'd Twas voice vrom waves weary weep wild wind wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth