The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1875 - 332 pages |
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... happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white , deserves An everlasting diamond should it mark . This is the morn should ...
... happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white , deserves An everlasting diamond should it mark . This is the morn should ...
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... happy you make those ; - So true a fool is love , that in your will , Though you do anything , he thinks no ill . W. Shakespeare ΧΙ How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings ...
... happy you make those ; - So true a fool is love , that in your will , Though you do anything , he thinks no ill . W. Shakespeare ΧΙ How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings ...
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... happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline XXIII TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds , Or bends with the remover to ...
... happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline XXIII TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds , Or bends with the remover to ...
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... happy hour Doth lead unto your lovers ' blissful bower , Joy may you have , and gentle hearts content Of your love's complement ; And let fair Venus , that is queen of love , With her heart - quelling son upon you smile , Whose smile ...
... happy hour Doth lead unto your lovers ' blissful bower , Joy may you have , and gentle hearts content Of your love's complement ; And let fair Venus , that is queen of love , With her heart - quelling son upon you smile , Whose smile ...
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... at th ' appointed tide , Each one did make his bride Against their bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . E. Spenser LIV THE HAPPY HEART Art thou poor , yet hast D2 First 35.
... at th ' appointed tide , Each one did make his bride Against their bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . E. Spenser LIV THE HAPPY HEART Art thou poor , yet hast D2 First 35.
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Affichage du livre entier - 1861 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Affichage du livre entier - 1863 |
The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Francis Turner Palgrave Affichage du livre entier - 1867 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
Arethuse art thou beauty behold beneath birds blest 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 fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden green greenwood tree happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hills John Anderson Kirconnell kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron lover Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale Pindar pleasure poems Poetry Poets Rosaline rose round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Page 145 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Page 302 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.
Page 144 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 305 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 254 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Page 143 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...
Page 247 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Page 202 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 8 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 289 - O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes : O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...