Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ...Macmillan, 1903 |
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... heart , Disdain'st the wealth of art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall , But com'st , a decent maid In Attic robe array'd , O chaste , unboastful Nymph , to thee I call ! 5 10 15 20 By all the honey'd store On Hybla's ...
... heart , Disdain'st the wealth of art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall , But com'st , a decent maid In Attic robe array'd , O chaste , unboastful Nymph , to thee I call ! 5 10 15 20 By all the honey'd store On Hybla's ...
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... heart can gold despise ? What Cat's averse to fish ? Presumptuous maid ! with looks intent Again she stretch'd , again she bent , Nor knew the gulf between- Malignant Fate sat by and smiled- The slippery verge her feet beguiled ; She ...
... heart can gold despise ? What Cat's averse to fish ? Presumptuous maid ! with looks intent Again she stretch'd , again she bent , Nor knew the gulf between- Malignant Fate sat by and smiled- The slippery verge her feet beguiled ; She ...
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... hearts to guard the fair : - Rule , Britannia ! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves ! 25 8 . THE BARD Pindaric Ode ' Ruin seize thee , ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho ' fann'd by Conquest's ...
... hearts to guard the fair : - Rule , Britannia ! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves ! 25 8 . THE BARD Pindaric Ode ' Ruin seize thee , ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho ' fann'd by Conquest's ...
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... heart , Ye died amidst your dying country's cries— No more I weep ; They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs , a griesly band , I see them sit ; They linger yet , Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join , And ...
... heart , Ye died amidst your dying country's cries— No more I weep ; They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs , a griesly band , I see them sit ; They linger yet , Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join , And ...
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... heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove ; The work is done . ) -Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track that fires the western skies They melt , they vanish from my eyes ...
... heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove ; The work is done . ) -Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track that fires the western skies They melt , they vanish from my eyes ...
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Страница 41 - uuhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, 95 Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn ; 100
Страница 25 - CLXXV. When lovely woman stoops ,to folly And finds too late that men betray,— What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, 5 To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover And wring his bosom,
Страница 126 - While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin . . . Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn." 20. lowly bed. "This probably refers to the humble couch on which they have spent the night; but it is meant to suggest the grave as well
Страница 41 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, 70 Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Страница 17 - CLXV. LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE Toll for the Brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore ! A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset; 10 Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! His last sea-fight is fought, 15
Страница 18 - His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. 20 His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen. When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Once dreaded by our
Страница 41 - Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn ; 100
Страница 45 - How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, 10 As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life 15 Was my sweet Highland Mary. Our parting was fu
Страница 38 - Thy dewy fingers draw While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light; While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves ; 45 Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes
Страница 44 - 1 will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve ! And fare thee weel awhile ! And I will come again, my Luve, 15 Tho' it were ten thousand mile. HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks and braes and streams around