The golden treasury: selected from the best songs and lyrical poems in the English language and arranged with notes by Francis T. Palgrave ... Revised and enlargedMacmillan & Company, limited, 1896 - 387 стор. |
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... 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 bring ...
... 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 bring ...
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... me . The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my Love . C. Marlowe VIII OMNIA VINCIT Fain would I change that note To First 5.
... me . The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my Love . C. Marlowe VIII OMNIA VINCIT Fain would I change that note To First 5.
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... Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather , Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare : Youth is full of sport , Age's breath is short 6 Book.
... Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather , Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare : Youth is full of sport , Age's breath is short 6 Book.
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... the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again , Bring again- Seals of love , but seal'd in vain , Seal'd in vain ! W. Shakespeare iv.i XLIX LOVE'S FAREWELL Since there's no help , come let First 29.
... the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again , Bring again- Seals of love , but seal'd in vain , Seal'd in vain ! W. Shakespeare iv.i XLIX LOVE'S FAREWELL Since there's no help , come let First 29.
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... old errors turn ! Who listen'd to his voice , obey'd his cry ? Only the echoes , which he made relent , Rung from their flinty caves , Repent ! Repent ! W. Drummond The Golden Treasury Book Second LXXXV ODE ON THE MORNING First 55.
... old errors turn ! Who listen'd to his voice , obey'd his cry ? Only the echoes , which he made relent , Rung from their flinty caves , Repent ! Repent ! W. Drummond The Golden Treasury Book Second LXXXV ODE ON THE MORNING First 55.
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow 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 Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's lover Lycidas lyre LYRICAL maid MATTHEW ARNOLD mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion 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 wanton waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Сторінка 204 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Сторінка 326 - given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers. For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.—Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled
Сторінка 65 - roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant: that from these may grow A hundred-fold, who, having learnt Thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Сторінка 337 - cccxxxvn My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man
Сторінка 328 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed
Сторінка 127 - I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright : — And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved ; in which the World And all her train were hurl'd. H. Vaughan
Сторінка 140 - on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush d in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Сторінка 23 - 2 , That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang: In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth
Сторінка 276 - on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster d around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding
Сторінка 77 - 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 flower of Light. Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.