The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan and Company, 1897 - 295 sider |
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Side 13
... 'n as babes in dreams do smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when I fell a - sleeping Hey nonny nonny O ! Hey nonny nonny ! The Shepherd Tonie XXI A PICTURE Sweet Love , if thou wilt gain First 13.
... 'n as babes in dreams do smile , And sometimes fall a - weeping , So I awaked , as wise this while As when I fell a - sleeping Hey nonny nonny O ! Hey nonny nonny ! The Shepherd Tonie XXI A PICTURE Sweet Love , if thou wilt gain First 13.
Side 14
... sleeping Softly , now softly lies , Sleeping . Sleep is a reconciling , A rest that peace begets : - Doth not the sun rise smiling , When fair at even he sets ? -Rest you , then , rest , sad eyes ! Melt not in weeping ! While She lies ...
... sleeping Softly , now softly lies , Sleeping . Sleep is a reconciling , A rest that peace begets : - Doth not the sun rise smiling , When fair at even he sets ? -Rest you , then , rest , sad eyes ! Melt not in weeping ! While She lies ...
Side 24
... SLEEP Come , Sleep : O Sleep ! the certain knot of peace , The baiting - place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , Th ' indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof shield me ...
... SLEEP Come , Sleep : O Sleep ! the certain knot of peace , The baiting - place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , Th ' indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof shield me ...
Side 26
... sleep , a king ; but waking , no such matter . W. Shakespeare XLIII THE LIFE WITHOUT PASSION They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone ...
... sleep , a king ; but waking , no such matter . W. Shakespeare XLIII THE LIFE WITHOUT PASSION They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone ...
Side 28
... Sleep , son of the sable Night , Brother to Death , in silent darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill ...
... Sleep , son of the sable Night , Brother to Death , in silent darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill ...
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill John Anderson Kirconnell kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Philomela Pindar pleasure poem Poetry poets rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Side 77 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May; Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 117 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Side 2 - 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 - 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 332 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Side 174 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their...
Side 247 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot 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 20 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 345 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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 325 - mid the steep sky's commotion. Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed. Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.