The Golden Treasury: Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageDigiCat, 10. 8. 2022. - 188 страница The Golden Treasury by Various is a rich collection of classic poems from different time periods and authors, carefully curated to showcase the beauty and diversity of poetry. The book presents a mix of both well-known and lesser-known works, highlighting the significance and impact of each poem. The literary style ranges from traditional verse to experimental form, providing readers with a comprehensive survey of poetic techniques and themes. The Golden Treasury is a timeless anthology that appeals to both poetry enthusiasts and newcomers, offering a journey through the power of language and imagination. It serves as a valuable resource for studying the evolution of poetry and its enduring influence on society. Various's careful selection and arrangement make this anthology a unique and indispensable addition to any literary collection. |
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... things been even more uniform than Mediocrity, by virtue of the closeness of its approach to Nature:—and so far as ... thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ...
... things been even more uniform than Mediocrity, by virtue of the closeness of its approach to Nature:—and so far as ... thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ...
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... thing, he thinks no ill. W. SHAKESPEARE. 11. How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this ...
... thing, he thinks no ill. W. SHAKESPEARE. 11. How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this ...
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... I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me. Diaphenia like to all things blesséd When all thy praises are expresséd, Dear joy, how do I love thee! As the birds.
... I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me. Diaphenia like to all things blesséd When all thy praises are expresséd, Dear joy, how do I love thee! As the birds.
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... things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For.
... things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For.
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... WITHOUT PASSION . They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmovéd, cold, and to temptation slow,— They rightly do inherit.
... WITHOUT PASSION . They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmovéd, cold, and to temptation slow,— They rightly do inherit.
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adieu Love Arethuse auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death delight doth earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden golden slumbers green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heigh hour John Anderson Kirconnell kiss leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON love's lovers Lycidas lyre maid Mary MILTON mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny numbers Nymph o'er P.B. SHELLEY pale passion pleasure Poem Rosaline rose round seem'd shade SHAKESPEARE shore sigh sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas untrue Love voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth