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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... me . The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may_move , Then live with me and be my Love . VI A MADRIGAL Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together C. Marlowe Book V ...
... me . The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may_move , Then live with me and be my Love . VI A MADRIGAL Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together C. Marlowe Book V ...
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Francis Turner Palgrave. VI A MADRIGAL Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather , Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. VI A MADRIGAL Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather , Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare ...
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... youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were , And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . XXI A ...
... youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were , And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . XXI A ...
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... Youth's a stuff will not endure . W. Shakespeare XXVII WINTER When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail , And Tom bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nipt , and ways be ...
... Youth's a stuff will not endure . W. Shakespeare XXVII WINTER When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail , And Tom bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nipt , and ways be ...
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... youth doth lie As the deathbed whereon it must expire , Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by : -This thou perceiv'st , which makes thy love more strong , To love that well which thou must leave ere long . W. Shakespeare XXIX ...
... youth doth lie As the deathbed whereon it must expire , Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by : -This thou perceiv'st , which makes thy love more strong , To love that well which thou must leave ere long . W. Shakespeare XXIX ...
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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!