The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageSever and Francis, 1863 - 405 стор. |
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... feel the day's disdain . S. Daniel XXXVI MADRIGAL AKE , O take those lips away TAR That so sweetly were forsworn . And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again , Bring again Seals of ...
... feel the day's disdain . S. Daniel XXXVI MADRIGAL AKE , O take those lips away TAR That so sweetly were forsworn . And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again , Bring again Seals of ...
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... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' t were always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But ...
... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' t were always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But ...
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... feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring . Say , Father Thames , for thou hast seen ...
... feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring . Say , Father Thames , for thou hast seen ...
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... feel , and know myself a Man . T. Gray CLX THE SOLITUDE OF ALEXANDER SELKIRK I AM monarch of all I survey ; My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute . O Solitude ...
... feel , and know myself a Man . T. Gray CLX THE SOLITUDE OF ALEXANDER SELKIRK I AM monarch of all I survey ; My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute . O Solitude ...
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... feel no chill , With me is to be lovely still , My Mary ! But ah ! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe , My Mary ! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the ...
... feel no chill , With me is to be lovely still , My Mary ! But ah ! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe , My Mary ! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the ...
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Сторінка 213 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Сторінка 372 - 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.
Сторінка 367 - 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 passed away a glory from the earth.
Сторінка 67 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Сторінка 10 - 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...
Сторінка 312 - Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Сторінка 370 - With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,-- Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness...
Сторінка 76 - It is not growing like a 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 flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
Сторінка 368 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday — Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me...
Сторінка 371 - High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us — cherish — and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence: truths that wake To perish never...