The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan, 1875 - 332 pages |
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... smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh , Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Her neck is ...
... smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh , Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! Her neck is ...
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... smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when I fell a - sleeping Hey nonny nonny O ! Hey nonny nonny ! The Shepherd Tonie XVIII TO HIS LOVE Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more ...
... smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when I fell a - sleeping Hey nonny nonny O ! Hey nonny nonny ! The Shepherd Tonie XVIII TO HIS LOVE Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more ...
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... smile , Whose smile , they say , hath virtue to remove All love's dislike , and friendship's faulty guile For ever to assoil . Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord , And blessed plenty wait upon your board ; And let your bed ...
... smile , Whose smile , they say , hath virtue to remove All love's dislike , and friendship's faulty guile For ever to assoil . Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord , And blessed plenty wait upon your board ; And let your bed ...
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... smiling infancy That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both himself and us to glorify : Yet first , to those ychain'd in sleep The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep ; With such a horrid clang As on mount ...
... smiling infancy That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both himself and us to glorify : Yet first , to those ychain'd in sleep The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep ; With such a horrid clang As on mount ...
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... smile or kiss , as he will use the art , Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart . 7. Shirley LXIX DEATH THE LEVELLER The glories of our blood and state Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ...
... smile or kiss , as he will use the art , Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart . 7. Shirley LXIX DEATH THE LEVELLER The glories of our blood and state Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ...
Autres éditions - Tout afficher
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...