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 15
... sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline XXIII TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds , Or bends with ...
... sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . W. Alexander , Earl of Sterline XXIII TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds , Or bends with ...
Side 18
... sorrows end . W. Shakespeare XXX REVOLUTIONS Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before , In sequent toil all forwards do contend . Nativity ...
... sorrows end . W. Shakespeare XXX REVOLUTIONS Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before , In sequent toil all forwards do contend . Nativity ...
Side 22
... sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain . S. Daniel XXXVI MADRIGAL Take O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn , And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do ...
... sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain . S. Daniel XXXVI MADRIGAL Take O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn , And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do ...
Side 30
... sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give ...
... sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give ...
Side 37
... sorrow here we live opprest , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools : The rural parts are turn'd into a den And where's a city from foul vice so free , Of savage men : First 37 LVI ...
... sorrow here we live opprest , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools : The rural parts are turn'd into a den And where's a city from foul vice so free , Of savage men : First 37 LVI ...
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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!