The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageSever and Francis, 1863 - 405 sider |
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... meet ; and able to sweeten solitude itself with best society , — with the companionship of the wise and the good , with the beauty which the eye cannot see , and the music only heard in silence . If this Collection proves a storehouse ...
... meet ; and able to sweeten solitude itself with best society , — with the companionship of the wise and the good , with the beauty which the eye cannot see , and the music only heard in silence . If this Collection proves a storehouse ...
Side 1
... meet , old wives a sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring ! the sweet Spring ! T. Nash II SUMMONS TO LOVE HOEBUS , arise ! PHO And. PRING , the sweet spring ...
... meet , old wives a sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring ! the sweet Spring ! T. Nash II SUMMONS TO LOVE HOEBUS , arise ! PHO And. PRING , the sweet spring ...
Side 20
... meeting- Every wise man's son doth know . What is love ? ' t is not hereafter ; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty , Then come kiss me , Sweet - and - twenty , Youth's a ...
... meeting- Every wise man's son doth know . What is love ? ' t is not hereafter ; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty , Then come kiss me , Sweet - and - twenty , Youth's a ...
Side 24
... meet , The basest weed outbraves his dignity : For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . W. Shakespeare XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL A ND wilt thou leave me 24 The Golden Treasury.
... meet , The basest weed outbraves his dignity : For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds . W. Shakespeare XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL A ND wilt thou leave me 24 The Golden Treasury.
Side 28
... meet at any time again , Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain . Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath , When his pulse failing , passion speechless lies , When faith is kneeling by his bed ...
... meet at any time again , Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain . Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath , When his pulse failing , passion speechless lies , When faith is kneeling by his bed ...
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adieu Love Arethuse beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek chidden clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory Gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Heigh hills Kirconnell kiss ladies leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poems poet Poetry Rosaline rose round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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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...