The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageSever and Francis, 1863 - 405 sider |
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Side vii
... Nature , was most eminently dis- tinguished by the noblest and the rarest , —just judg- ment and high - hearted patriotism . It would have been hence a peculiar pleasure and pride to dedicate what I have endeavoured to make a true ...
... Nature , was most eminently dis- tinguished by the noblest and the rarest , —just judg- ment and high - hearted patriotism . It would have been hence a peculiar pleasure and pride to dedicate what I have endeavoured to make a true ...
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... natural growth and evolution of our Poetry . A rigidly chronological sequence , however , rather fits a collec- tion aiming at instruction than at pleasure , and the Wisdom which comes through Pleasure : - within each book the pieces ...
... natural growth and evolution of our Poetry . A rigidly chronological sequence , however , rather fits a collec- tion aiming at instruction than at pleasure , and the Wisdom which comes through Pleasure : - within each book the pieces ...
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... Nature . But she speaks best for her- self . Her true accents , if the plan has been executed with success , may be heard throughout the following pages : - - wherever the Poets of England are honoured , wherever the dominant language ...
... Nature . But she speaks best for her- self . Her true accents , if the plan has been executed with success , may be heard throughout the following pages : - - wherever the Poets of England are honoured , wherever the dominant language ...
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... nature reign'd All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood , That it could so preposterously be stain'd To leave for nothing all thy sum of good : For nothing this wide universe I call , Save thou , my rose : in it thou art my all . W ...
... nature reign'd All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood , That it could so preposterously be stain'd To leave for nothing all thy sum of good : For nothing this wide universe I call , Save thou , my rose : in it thou art my all . W ...
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... Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble white , with sapphire blue Her body every way is fed , Yet soft in touch and sweet in ...
... Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble white , with sapphire blue Her body every way is fed , Yet soft in touch and sweet in ...
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Side 213 - 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 372 - 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 367 - 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 67 - 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 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 312 - Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Side 370 - With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,-- Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness...
Side 76 - 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 368 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday — Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me...
Side 371 - High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us — cherish — and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence: truths that wake To perish never...