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Side xiv
... Happy Insensibility , J. Keats , 23 XXIX . “ Where shall the lover rest , ” . Sir W. Scott , XXX . La Belle Dame Sans Merci , J. Keats , XXXI . The Rover , Sir W. Scott , 26 XXXII . The Flight of Love , P. B. Shelley , 26 XXXIII . The ...
... Happy Insensibility , J. Keats , 23 XXIX . “ Where shall the lover rest , ” . Sir W. Scott , XXX . La Belle Dame Sans Merci , J. Keats , XXXI . The Rover , Sir W. Scott , 26 XXXII . The Flight of Love , P. B. Shelley , 26 XXXIII . The ...
Side xiv
... Happy Insensibility , W. Wordsworth , 15 156 Sir W. Scott , 17 157 · P. B. Shelley , 18 157 2 T. Moore , 18 157 • Sir W. Scott , 19 158 · T. Campbell , 19 158 · P. B. Shelley , 20 158 W. Wordsworth , 21 160 • Lord Byron , J. Keats , 22 ...
... Happy Insensibility , W. Wordsworth , 15 156 Sir W. Scott , 17 157 · P. B. Shelley , 18 157 2 T. Moore , 18 157 • Sir W. Scott , 19 158 · T. Campbell , 19 158 · P. B. Shelley , 20 158 W. Wordsworth , 21 160 • Lord Byron , J. Keats , 22 ...
Side 3
... happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay , Beside the ruin'd tower . The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the ...
... happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay , Beside the ruin'd tower . The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the ...
Side 12
... happy dell . ' Thus Nature spake - The work was done- How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me This heath , this calm and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been , And never more will be . W. Wordsworth . 30 35 35 ...
... happy dell . ' Thus Nature spake - The work was done- How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me This heath , this calm and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been , And never more will be . W. Wordsworth . 30 35 35 ...
Side 23
... HAPPY INSENSIBILITY . In a drear - nighted December , Too happy , happy tree , Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them , Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding ...
... HAPPY INSENSIBILITY . In a drear - nighted December , Too happy , happy tree , Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them , Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding ...
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Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics: Book Second Francis Turner Palgrave,W. Bell Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2017 |
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Aeneid anapaests ancient ballad beauty beneath birds bower breath bright Campbell child clouds Coleridge couplet dactylic dark dead death deep delight doth dream earth English epithet eyes F. W. H. Myers Faerie Queene fair feel feet flower French Gala Water glory golden Greek green H. F. Lyte happy hath heard heart heaven hour J. A. Symonds Keats Kubla Khan L'Allegro ladies gay light lines live look'd Lord Matthew Arnold metre Milton mind morning mountain Nature never night o'er Ode to Duty P. B. Shelley Paradise Lost poem poet poetry rhymes river round Ruth Scott seem'd sense Shakespeare Shelley's silent sing sleep soft song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stanza star sweet syllable tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought tree trochaic trochee verse voice waves wild wind word Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Side 220 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 9 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Side 87 - The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company...
Side 125 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Side 73 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 52 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Side 71 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
Side 41 - Milton ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen. Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men : Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Side 137 - Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
Side 46 - 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.