The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language1891 |
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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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... trees ! But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk , and staggers in the way : - Some men a forward motion love , But I by backward steps would move ; And when this dust falls to the urn , In that state I came , return . H. Vaughan ...
... trees ! But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk , and staggers in the way : - Some men a forward motion love , But I by backward steps would move ; And when this dust falls to the urn , In that state I came , return . H. Vaughan ...
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... trees : see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch : Each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle is , Made up of white - thorn neatly interwove ; As if here were those cooler shades of love . Can such delights be ...
... trees : see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch : Each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle is , Made up of white - thorn neatly interwove ; As if here were those cooler shades of love . Can such delights be ...
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... , yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee . Bid me despair , and I'll despair , Under that cypress tree : Or bid me die , and I will dare E'en Death , to die for thee . II Thou art my life , my love , my heart Second 97.
... , yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee . Bid me despair , and I'll despair , Under that cypress tree : Or bid me die , and I will dare E'en Death , to die for thee . II Thou art my life , my love , my heart Second 97.
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... tree ? O gentle Death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . ' Tis not the frost , that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie ; ' Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry , But my Love's heart grown cauld to me . When ...
... tree ? O gentle Death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . ' Tis not the frost , that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie ; ' Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry , But my Love's heart grown cauld to me . When ...
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Fancy fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre LYRICAL maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poem Poetry poets rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth