The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageFrancis Turner Palgrave Collins' Clear-Type Press, 1861 - 350 стор. |
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... deep thoughts resolve with me to drench In mirth , that after no repenting draws ; Let Euclid rest , and Archimedes pause , And what the Swede intends , and what the French . To measure life learn thou betimes , and know Toward solid ...
... deep thoughts resolve with me to drench In mirth , that after no repenting draws ; Let Euclid rest , and Archimedes pause , And what the Swede intends , and what the French . To measure life learn thou betimes , and know Toward solid ...
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... deep Know no such liberty . When , linnet - like confinéd , I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness , mercy , majesty And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , Enlarged winds , that ...
... deep Know no such liberty . When , linnet - like confinéd , I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness , mercy , majesty And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , Enlarged winds , that ...
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... deep upon their backs , Unto an isle so long unknown , And yet far kinder than our own ? He lands us on a grassy stage , Safe from the storms , and prelate's rage : He gave us this eternal spring Which here enamels everything , And ...
... deep upon their backs , Unto an isle so long unknown , And yet far kinder than our own ? He lands us on a grassy stage , Safe from the storms , and prelate's rage : He gave us this eternal spring Which here enamels everything , And ...
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... deep sorrows of his lyre : " Hark , how each giant oak and desert - cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee , O King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since ...
... deep sorrows of his lyre : " Hark , how each giant oak and desert - cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee , O King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since ...
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... 'er the accursed loom , Stamp we our vengeance deep , and ratify his doom . " Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof ; The thread is spun ; ) Half of thy heart we consecrate . ( The web THE GOLDEN TREASURY . 137.
... 'er the accursed loom , Stamp we our vengeance deep , and ratify his doom . " Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof ; The thread is spun ; ) Half of thy heart we consecrate . ( The web THE GOLDEN TREASURY . 137.
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Arethuse art thou beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek chidden clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Heigh hour John Anderson Kirconnell kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON love's lovers Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny Nymph o'er P. B. SHELLEY pale passion Pindar pleasure poem poet Poetry Rosaline rose 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 Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth