The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageSever and Francis, 1869 - 405 стор. |
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... YARROW ' HY braes were bonny , Yarrow stream , THY When first on them I met my lover ; Thy braes how dreary , Yarrow stream , When now thy waves his body cover ! For ever now , O Yarrow stream ! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow ; For ...
... YARROW ' HY braes were bonny , Yarrow stream , THY When first on them I met my lover ; Thy braes how dreary , Yarrow stream , When now thy waves his body cover ! For ever now , O Yarrow stream ! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow ; For ...
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... Yarrow . No longer from thy window look- Thou hast no son , thou tender mother ! No longer walk , thou lovely maid ... Yarrow . - The tear shall never leave my cheek , No other youth shall be my marrow- I'll seek thy body in the stream ...
... Yarrow . No longer from thy window look- Thou hast no son , thou tender mother ! No longer walk , thou lovely maid ... Yarrow . - The tear shall never leave my cheek , No other youth shall be my marrow- I'll seek thy body in the stream ...
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... Yarrow .. ' O Leader haughs are wide and braid And Yarrow haughs are bonny ; There Willie hecht to marry me If e'er he married ony . ' But Willie's gone , whom I thought on , And does not hear me weeping ; Draws many a tear frae true ...
... Yarrow .. ' O Leader haughs are wide and braid And Yarrow haughs are bonny ; There Willie hecht to marry me If e'er he married ony . ' But Willie's gone , whom I thought on , And does not hear me weeping ; Draws many a tear frae true ...
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... Yarrow ! CXXIX Anon . LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE TOLL OLL for the Brave no more ! All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave Whose courage well was tried , Had made the vessel heel And laid her on ...
... Yarrow ! CXXIX Anon . LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE TOLL OLL for the Brave no more ! All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave Whose courage well was tried , Had made the vessel heel And laid her on ...
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... Yarrow . ' ' Let Yarrow folk , frae Selkirk town , Who have been buying , selling , Go back to Yarrow , ' t is their own , Each maiden to her dwelling ! On Yarrow's banks let herons feed , Hares couch , and rabbits burrow , But we will ...
... Yarrow . ' ' Let Yarrow folk , frae Selkirk town , Who have been buying , selling , Go back to Yarrow , ' t is their own , Each maiden to her dwelling ! On Yarrow's banks let herons feed , Hares couch , and rabbits burrow , But we will ...
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Arethuse 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 FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heigh hills kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre MARK LEMON mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poems poet Poetry 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 Vellum voice waly waly waves weep whilst wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Сторінка 15 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
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 22 - That time of year thou mayst 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 take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Сторінка 373 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Сторінка 258 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Сторінка 172 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Сторінка 141 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Сторінка 299 - 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...
Сторінка 174 - 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 resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
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...