A Year Book of Famous Lyrics: Selections from the British and American Poets, Arranged for Daily Reading Or MemorisingFrederic Lawrence Knowles D. Estes, 1901 - 392 стор. |
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... smile at me When comin ' through the rye . Amang the train there is a swain I dearly lo'e myseľ ' ; But whaur his hame , or what his name , I dinna care to tell . Gin a body meet a body Comin ' frae the town , Gin a body greet a body ...
... smile at me When comin ' through the rye . Amang the train there is a swain I dearly lo'e myseľ ' ; But whaur his hame , or what his name , I dinna care to tell . Gin a body meet a body Comin ' frae the town , Gin a body greet a body ...
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... Smile on the shrunk and thin autumnal hours ; I laugh , for hope hath happy place with me , If my bark sinks , ' tis to another sea . William Ellery Channing THE PORT OF SHIPS ' Behind him lay the gray 44 February the Thirteenth Philip ...
... Smile on the shrunk and thin autumnal hours ; I laugh , for hope hath happy place with me , If my bark sinks , ' tis to another sea . William Ellery Channing THE PORT OF SHIPS ' Behind him lay the gray 44 February the Thirteenth Philip ...
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... smile that well her pain dissembles , The while beneath her drooping lash One starry tear - drop hangs and trembles , Though Heaven alone records the tear , And Fame shall never know her story , Her heart has shed a drop as dear As e'er ...
... smile that well her pain dissembles , The while beneath her drooping lash One starry tear - drop hangs and trembles , Though Heaven alone records the tear , And Fame shall never know her story , Her heart has shed a drop as dear As e'er ...
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... smile upon my knee ; When thou art old , there's grief enough for thee . Mother's wag , pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy ; When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me , He was glad , I was woe , Fortune changèd ...
... smile upon my knee ; When thou art old , there's grief enough for thee . Mother's wag , pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy ; When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me , He was glad , I was woe , Fortune changèd ...
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... smile , And go at last . What , were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
... smile , And go at last . What , were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
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Alfred Tennyson awake beauty Ben Jonson birds bloom bonnie bosom breast breath bright cheek child Christina Georgina Rossetti cold dark dead dear death delight doth dream dying earth eternal eyes face fair Farewell fear flowers glory gone green grief hair hand Hark hast hath hear heart heaven John John Keats John Milton King kiss Lay him low light lips live look Lord Lord Byron love thee love's lullaby moon morning ne'er never night o'er Oh hame Percy Bysshe Shelley rest Robert Browning Robert Burns Robert Herrick rose Sail shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears tell thine Thomas Thomas Campion thou art thought unto voice wake Walter Savage Landor weary wee thing weep wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings
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Сторінка 308 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Сторінка 336 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Сторінка 54 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : 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 name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Сторінка 270 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Сторінка 348 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Сторінка 265 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Сторінка 3 - 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.
Сторінка 65 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...
Сторінка 120 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Сторінка 26 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.