The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan and Company, 1881 - 332 стор. |
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art thou auld Robin Gray beauty behold birds blest bliss blithe Spirit bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright cheerful clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair Fancy feel flowers frae gentle glory golden gone gray green happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill ladies gay leaves Lesser Celandine light live look'd Lord Byron lords and ladies Lycidas lyre Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountain Nature's ne'er never night o'er old familiar faces P. B. Shelley pale Pibroch pleasure poems Rosabelle round Ruth seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh silent Simon rouse sing sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee There's thine things thou art thought tree Twas voice Waken waking eye waves weep wild wilt wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Сторінка 10 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. W. Shakespeare
Сторінка 12 - boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me them seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by : •—This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more
Сторінка 10 - s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass .come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom :— If this be error, and upon me proved, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. W. Shakespeare
Сторінка 157 - Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free ; So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. W. Wordsworth ccxiv When I have borne in memory what has tamed Great nations ; how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's
Сторінка 145 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove ; 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 O ! The difference to me ! W.
Сторінка 77 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again. R. Herrick
Сторінка 227 - 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 : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. W. Wordsworth
Сторінка 85 - But, O sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek And made Hell grant what Love did seek Or call up him that left half-told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of
Сторінка 23 - XLVI A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade. But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange ; Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them,— Ding, dong, Bell. W. Shakespeare
Сторінка 13 - the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before : —But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. W. Shakespeare