The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageFrancis Turner Palgrave Macmillan and Company, 1886 - 346 sider |
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Side 44
... round Of Cynthia's seat the aery region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union . At last ...
... round Of Cynthia's seat the aery region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union . At last ...
Side 46
... round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat . Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim , With that twice ...
... round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat . Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim , With that twice ...
Side 47
... round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat . Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim , With that twice ...
... round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat . Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim , With that twice ...
Side 51
... might chase To Carisbrook's narrow case ; That thence the Royal actor borne The tragic scaffold might adorn : While round the arméd bands Did clap their bloody hands : He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene E 2 Second 51.
... might chase To Carisbrook's narrow case ; That thence the Royal actor borne The tragic scaffold might adorn : While round the arméd bands Did clap their bloody hands : He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene E 2 Second 51.
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... round . E. Waller XCVI TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANY THING Bid me to live , and I will live Thy Protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and ...
... round . E. Waller XCVI TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANY THING Bid me to live , and I will live Thy Protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and ...
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art thou auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bliss bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek County Guy dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fear feel flowers frae gentle glory gone grace Gray green Greta woods happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hour kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Lycidas lyre maiden Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountain ne'er never night nymphs o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poets rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Side 187 - 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.
Side 119 - 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...
Side 185 - 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.
Side 188 - 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.
Side 10 - 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...
Side 49 - 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.
Side 6 - 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...
Side 135 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Side 140 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Side 157 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!