The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language, and Arranged with NotesMacmillan, 1902 - 381 sider |
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... and have not possessed a skill in words , a sympathy with beauty , a tenderness of feeling , or seriousness in reflection , which render their works , although never perhaps -- : attaining that loftier and finer excellence here required ,
... and have not possessed a skill in words , a sympathy with beauty , a tenderness of feeling , or seriousness in reflection , which render their works , although never perhaps -- : attaining that loftier and finer excellence here required ,
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... never say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I ...
... never say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I ...
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... Never love unless you can Bear with all the faults of man ! Men sometimes will jealous be Though but little cause they see , And hang the head as discontent , And speak what straight they will repent . Men , that but one Saint adore ...
... Never love unless you can Bear with all the faults of man ! Men sometimes will jealous be Though but little cause they see , And hang the head as discontent , And speak what straight they will repent . Men , that but one Saint adore ...
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... never fear ! T. Campion XXVII LOVE'S PERJURIES On a day , alack the day ! Love , whose month is ever May , Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air : Through the velvet leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find ...
... never fear ! T. Campion XXVII LOVE'S PERJURIES On a day , alack the day ! Love , whose month is ever May , Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air : Through the velvet leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find ...
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... never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved- Forget not this ! Sir T. Wyat XXIX TO AURORA O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost ...
... never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved- Forget not this ! Sir T. Wyat XXIX TO AURORA O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost ...
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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 F. T. PALGRAVE fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill 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 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 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 172 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return,...
Side 23 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Side 111 - To Daffodils FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Side 174 - 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...
Side 308 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently...
Side 15 - 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 342 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with...
Side 174 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Side 173 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.